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The Beginning Education of the Neighbor Boy

BigTWalker on Sex Stories

Leila shuddered from the relief of her orgasm and slumped back into her bed.  The vibrator, still wet from between her legs, rested in her hand and she sighed in relaxation.  She lay there on the bed, her long tanned body naked on the silver silk sheets and thought about how unbelievably frustrated she was.
It had been almost two months now, since Brad, her ex-boyfriend had cheated on her.  It was a bad split, since they had been together for three years.  She was 21 now and it was the first time since she left home that she had not had a man around.  They had never really been the best couple, but their sex life was incredible.  It was really the only reason that their relationship had lasted as long as it did, the sex.  And now, she was as sexually frustrated as
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a woman could get.

Leila stood and walked into the bathroom.  She noticed herself in the large mirror.  Her tanned skin was largely due to her dad's Hawaiian ancestry, but her mom's French side had made her exquisitely exotic and beautiful.  She trailed her finger down her neck between her full breasts, she was tall 5'8", but very athletic.  She wished she had more curves, being only 120 lbs, she thought.  Her breasts were too big, a 36C, she thought for her body, and sometimes they attracted too much attention from men.  She ran a quick finger through her long light brown hair, she really liked the blonde highlights that she had put in the other day.  The contrasting colors of her light hair and her tanned body was a great look she thought.  Well, she thought, I might as well not waste the entire day.  A morning lounging at her apartment complex's swimming pool would be a great way to start the day off.

Leila had just finished her last semester in college and now that the summer was here, she wanted nothing more than to relax and enjoy herself before she started to look for a job.

The apartment complex was huge with 25 separate buildings full of apartments and the swimming pool was always busy with people.  But now that it was the summer, many of the high school kids were out of school and they were always there.  Normally, she did not enjoy the attention that all the teenage boys gave her when she was there.  It was pretty obvious what they were thinking as she sunbathed next to the pool.  Any hormone-filled teenage would be crazy not to notice her, she was by far the sexiest woman that ever came to the pool and it was not a coincidence that the number of boys at the pool always grew when she was there.

She walked out of the clubhouse that led to the pool and was thankful that there weren't too many people there yet this morning.  A mom was there in the pool splashing with her little girl and another older gentleman was sunning himself by the clubhouse door.  She could feel his eyes following her white skirt as it swayed while she walked to the other end of the pool.  She put her towel down on the hot lounge chair and she pulled the little bright green tank top over her head and set it down.  She slid the little white skirt down her long legs and put it next to the tank top.  She looked over to the corner of the pool and she noticed a young boy staring intently at her.  He had stopped in his tracks as he was walking to another chair and she quickly noticed that he had stopped to watch her take her clothes off.  He quickly began walking again, but stumbled as he did almost falling.  Leila smiled a small smile as she sat down and began to put suntan lotion on. 

As she was rubbing the lotion on, she looked out of the corner of her eye at the boy.  She had not noticed him around before, but as he took off his shirt, she did now.  He was a little taller than she was, but he had the body of an athlete.  He was muscular and toned, but still wasn't quite matured yet.  She noticed that she was rubbing the lotion in the same spot as she watched him and quickly moved on.  God, I'm way too horny, she thought with a sigh and laid back onto the chair. 

Leila drifted into a half sleep as she enjoyed the sunshine of the day.  She was a little startled by the quiet voice as she opened her eyes. 
"Uhhh, hi."  The boy said his voice a little shaky.  "Your shirt blew into the pool, I got it for you."  He said holding up the dripping wet tank top.
"Oh, no."  Leila said reaching up for the shirt and wringing the water out of it.  "Thank you so much, I wouldn't even had noticed it if it wasn't for you."  She said smiling up at the boy.
"I'm Leila."  She said extending a hand.
"I'm Matt."  The boy said taking her hand.
"I haven't seen you around here before, Matt, did you just move here?"
"No, we've lived here a, like, a year now.  I don't have much free time, I play baseball for my high school team and I work part-time on the weekends for my dad." 
"Well, it's nice to know that there's a gentleman around when you need him."  Leila said smiling and giving him a quick wink.
Matt just stood there and smiled back shyly.
"You don't have to sit over there by yourself, why don't you join me?"  Leila said gesturing to the chair next to her.
"Okay."  Matt said sitting down quickly.
"Don't you want to get your stuff?"  Leila laughed.
"Uhhh.  No, that's all right."  Matt said blushing.
"So you're in high school?  Leila asked as she lay back down on her chair.
"Yeah, going to be a junior next year."
"Really?"  Leila said surprising herself.  "You look older."
"I'm 16."
"So if you're so busy, when do you find the time for girls?"  Leila asked wondering to herself why she asked the question.
"I don't, really."  Matt said looking down at his chest.
"Well, I find that hard to believe, you're a good looking guy, I would think you would have girls falling all over you."  Leila said waiting for him to look at her and then she smiled.  He responded with a shy smile.
"I have trouble talking to girls."  He said quietly.
"It's easy, you just have to be yourself."  Leila said
"Yeah, but it's not that easy." 
"Well, you're talking to me, right?"  She said laughing.
"It's different though."  Matt said
"Why?"
"You're...you're out of my league."  He said hurriedly.
"Don't sell yourself short.  You gotta have confidence.  That's what girls your age like." 
"It's just hard, you know.  If you haven't..."  His voice trailed off.
"Haven't what?"
"You know." 
"Ahhh."  Leila said with a smile on her face.
"Well, trust me, Matt.  You're a cute, sexy guy, who is also nice.  That's a great catch and sometimes girls your age don't know it yet, they aren't as experienced as they pretend."
"Okay."  Matt said closing his eyes.

They both laid there in silence for awhile.  Leila noticed that her nipples were starting to harden and were clearly visible through her bikini top.  She hadn't noticed while she was talking to Matt, but now she finally realized that she was getting turned on.  It might be time for another round with my vibrator, she thought, before things get out of hand.

"Well, Matt, it was really nice talking to you.  I'm going to get going."  She said standing up and grabbing her skirt.  She wasn't really sure why, but she stood facing away from Matt as she slid her skirt back on.  She leaned farther forward then she needed to, making sure that her toned ass was easy for him to see.  She looked back quickly and noticed he was staring at her as she pulled the skirt up.  His eyes were fixated on her ass as she turned around and she could see by the bulge in his swimming trunks he was completely hard. 
"Matt, do you think that you could come over this afternoon and move some furniture for me?  If it's not too much trouble?" 
"Yeah.  Okay."  He said shifting in his chair trying to hide his erection.
"Okay, aparment 1010."

The knock on the door was loud and Leila opened the door.  Matt was standing there awkwardly.
"Come in."  Leila said as Matt slowly walked in.
"Thank you so much."  Leila said.  "Could you move that desk from that corner to this corner."  She said pointing.
"Sure."  Matt said as he lifted the heavy wooden desk with a grunt and set the desk down roughly.  Leila noticed his biceps straining from the weight and she could feel herself getting wet.  She was wearing a orange bikini top and her white skirt, Matt did not know, but she was not wearing underwear.
"Thank you again, I should give you some money for helping me."  Leila said softly.
"No, that's okay, you don't."  Matt said shyly.
"You have to let me pay you somehow."  She said with a seductive smile.  "What about this?"
She leaned in slowly and gently kissed his lips letting her full lips linger for a second.  She pulled back and opened her eyes.  He was staring at her now, his breathing was heavy and she could tell he was hard again.
"Maybe you could help me with some more things, if you're interested."  Leila said quietly.
Matt just nodded not able to say anything.
"Okay, move the desk back where it was."  The smile on Leila's face growing coyly.
As he put the desk back, Leila was right behind him and she kissed him hard this time, parting his lips with her tongue.  Her tongue massaged his as he began kissing her back awkwardly, yet forcefully. 
"You're the first girl...the first."  He stammered.
"I had a feeling."  Leila said her chest was starting to heave and the wetness between her legs was growing.
"Slide the desk this way a few inches."  She commanded and he did.
She stood back and undid her bikini top and let it fall to the floor.  Her dark nipples were hard on her full breasts and she grabbed his hand put it gently on her right breast.  He looked at her first unsure, she nodded at him and he began to massage it.
"Slide it back."  She whispered.
Matt did and he turned around and Leila was naked in front of him.  He stared wildly at her beautiful body, her full round breasts were heaving and her beautiful shaved pussy was glistening with moisture.
Leila reached for his hand again, and gently placed it between her legs.  She let out a small moan and moved his hand back and forth.
"Sit."  She commanded as she led him to the sofa.

Leila kneeled in front of him and looked up into his eyes.  She slowly unzipped his jeans and pulled them down.  His dick was completely hard and Leila stared at it as she began to stroke it slowly.  Matt shuddered and put his head back.  His 16 year old dick was beautiful, six inches, straight with a gorgeous head that she licked slowly with her tongue.  She could feel his body tighten as she did and she licked slowly around his head and down the shaft.
"Leila."  Matt stammered.
"It's okay."  She whispered and slowly began to put his dick in her mouth.  It was hot and she could already feel his young, teenage orgasm building quickly.  She stroked slowly in unsion with her lips up and down. 
"Uhhh."  Matt groaned. "Yes."
Leila began to suck harder on his dick and he came hard into her mouth.  She began to stroke harder and swallowed as much as she could.  Matt's body was completely tense and his eyes were shut as he shot three long loads into her warm moist mouth.  Leila could feel his body untense, but she kept slowly stroking his dick with her mouth.  His cum had overflowed out of the corner of her mouth and was slowly sliding down to her chin.  She looked up at him with smile and he looked down at her breathing heavily.
Leila wiped the cum up from her chin and licked it off her finger with a smile.

"I hope you're not too busy this summer, because I'm thinking about rearranging my entire apartment."

An Encounter with Janice

billperkins on Sex Stories

   Where do I begin to tell this amazingly true story? It is about the fantasy that I had for years about a particular lady with whom I worked. I had known Janice for many years at the plant. I knew her to be very friendly, but also naïve. She could be taken in very easily, and some at the plant would say that she would sleep with anyone who paid her any attention. So, naturally, I started talking to her, hoping that I would get lucky.

    First, let me tell you a little bit about Janice. Janice, at this writing, is 52. She is short, and slender built. She liked to wear very tight fitting spandex pants that conceal what had to be a very beautiful ass. But, the most strik

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ing thing about Janice was her face. She had an accident as a young girl, and it left a scar on her face and upper lip. To almost everyone, Janice was thought to be as ugly as they come. But, she had a body that would not quit. And I wanted it.

    This was only a fantasy for me for a long time. I was married myself, and did not want to run the risk of getting caught. So, I only fantasized about her. After I lost my wife, I began thinking of how I could possess this woman of my dreams.

    Then, as it turned out, things just started falling into place. My brother, who is an alcoholic, had let his house fall into a state of uncleanness. I knew that Janice, who had left the plant years ago, had started a home cleaning service. My brother had been put in a home for several months until he dried out from alcohol. I called Janice up and explained the situation to her, and asked if she would consider cleaning his house. She said she would love to. I picked her up the next afternoon and we drove over to his house.

    She looked so good sitting there in my truck next to me. She was wearing jeans and a tight blouse, with her dark, brown hair in a ponytail. Damn! She looked good! This had to be the day I would try to make my move.

     We arrived at the house and went upstairs. His house was in very bad shape. An alcoholic will let his house go to the point where it is just filthy. And it was. The living room and kitchen(where he mostly lived) was filthy.

But, the back bedroom was spotless.(He never came back here, even to sleep) So, this is where I decided to steer her to eventually. As we toured the house, she told me how much she would clean the house for, which was acceptable to me. I steered her to the back bedroom and we chatted for a few minutes about the cleaning job. We were standing beside the bed, which is exactly where I wanted her. We were very close to each other, so I took the bold step of planting a soft kiss on her lips. She responded immediately by returning it with a few soft pecks on my lips. My arms went around her slim waist, and I drew her close and kissed her deeply, asking for her tongue. She slipped her tongue into my waiting mouth and I sucked it hard. Janice was a heavy smoker, so every part of her reeked of tobacco. But, I didn’t care. I was kissing the woman I had fantasized about for years. So, the tobacco smell didn’t bother me in the least. It was then that I decided to go as far as she would let me. I dropped to my knees and kissed her belly. My hands went to the front of her jeans and found the snap. I undid the snap. Janice just stood there looking down on what I was doing, and smiling through those deformed lips. As ugly as she was, Janice had a beautiful smile.

    I began to pull her jeans down. She just stood there and did nothing to stop me. So far, so good. I pulled them to her ankles, and saw that she was wearing the sexiest pair of bikini undies I have ever seen. She was beautiful! I continued kissing her belly and thighs. Then, I began pulling her undies down. And what I saw almost took my breath away. Janice had a beautiful, hairy pussy. I brushed my cheek against her pussy hair, and it was so very soft, almost like velvet. I looked up at her again, and she just stood there smiling at me. I could not believe that this was happening. I began to kiss her soft pussy hair. My tongue began to move along her pussy until I spread her lips a bit and touched a little pink. I licked as much as I could with her standing. It was hard to lick her that way.  So, I asked her to  lie on the bed and let me suck her pussy. To my surprise, she laid down on the side of the bed and spread her legs open. Words can not explain the sight my eyes beheld. I was gazing at the most perfect pussy I have ever seen. It was beautiful! My lips immediately began to kiss her pussy hair. I worked my kisses closer to the pussy opening. Spreading her open finally, I did what I had dreamed of doing since the first day I saw her. My mouth completely covered her pussy and I sucked. I sucked Janice Oaks so hard I thought I would suck her insides out. I could her hear above me with a few soft moans of pleasure. I could not believe it! I was actually going to fuck Janice Oaks! I sucked her for a while. Unknown to her, I was removing my clothes while all this was going on. So, when I finally come up for air from sucking her pussy, I was completely naked. It didn’t shock her any, so I began to undress her the rest of the way. I pulled her sneakers and socks off, then her jeans. I had already managed to pull her bra up over her tiny titties before. So, I un-snapped her bra and took it off, along with her white blouse. So, there we were. Janice Oaks and I were both nude before each other. We stood on our knees facing each other on the bed. I kissed her deeply again, once again receiving her tongue as a reward. My hands moved down her back and I caressed her small and tight ass. I laid her back on the bed and began loving her. I kissed her small but beautiful titties, making her nipples grow twice their size. My hand went between her legs and I found her soft, hairy pussy. I felt what soon would be mine.

   Then, in a surprise move, Janice rolled me over and began moving down my body. She began kissing my chest, all the while moving lower. When she got to my already hard cock, she took it in her hand, looked at it for a few seconds, and then, Janice began licking it all over with her tongue. When she got to the head of my cock, I felt like I was about to cum, but I tried to hold off. I wanted my cum in her pussy. She took my cock in her mouth and began sucking. Janice was so good. She knew how to use her lips and her tongue on my cock. She sucked me for about five minutes, taking it all inside that grossly deformed mouth. She would have sucked me until I cummed, but I pulled her away and motioned  for her to lie on her back and spread her legs for me. As, I gazed at her spread eagled before me, I couldn’t believe what was going to happen. I was going to fuck Janice Oaks! And she was going to let me.

    I got on top of her and slipped my rock hard cock into her tiny little hairy pussy. I couldn’t believe how well it went in. My cock is very big, and her pussy is very tiny. But, it was like it fit perfectly. A perfect match! I savored the feeling of being inside her pussy for a while, then, almost in unison, we began to move. Slowly at first. Then, Janice began moving her hips to meet every thrust I was giving her. Before long, I was pounding away viciously at her pussy, and she was meeting every thrust with a scream of pleasure. I pounded that pussy-faced woman for the longest time, until I could not hold my cum back any longer. I exploded into her pussy with such force, that she said she felt it when my cum hit the inside of her pussy.

     We lay there for a while in each other’s arms. Looking lovingly at each other. And I thought to myself that I could do this with Janice for the rest of my life. I looked at her and did not se a particularly beautiful person, as the world sees beauty. But, I saw in Janice something I just could not explain. Janice was ugly. She had a face that could stop a clock. But, damn it! I was hopelessly in love with her. And had been for years. I just didn’t know how she would feel if I told her of my love for her.

    Well, let me tell how this amazingly true story ends. I did tell Janice how much I loved her. And today, she is my wife. And the sex we have together is better than the sex I had when I was 21. I am 57 now, and Janice is 52. We fuck every night. Our lives could not have turned out better.

     I have included a picture of my wife, Janice. Ugly to most, but the most beautiful woman in the world to me.

Late Night Gospel Study

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Late Night Gospel Study

Adrian Krag

 

The sermon that morning had been about obedience, and how doing what you were commanded to do took precedence over the commandments.  It was controversial and the after service coffee gathering would be filled with discussion.

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yes">  The reverend Spillbacks had tried to make the sermon sound generic, referring to the story of Abraham’s almost murder of his son by commandment, Joseph not exposing Mary as a whore despite the religious laws, and several other cases where people violated the commandments when they were instructed to do so by religious teachers.  Although directed to the entire congregation, Spillbacks wanted one person in particular to hear the sermon; Jennifer Barlow, a very religious woman who attempted to have child like faith that made her seem almost moronic.

 

He made his way through the well wishers drinking coffee and chatting about the implications of that morning’s sermon, careful not to become too involved in any particular conversation.  He knew Jennifer would be in the group and would not hurry home, but wanted to make certain he talked to her.  It was a delicate balancing act of wanting to seem extremely interested in conversations without actually getting involved or staying too long with any particular group.  He felt a tug on his arm; someone grabbed him just above the elbow.  “Oh hello Mrs. Cuddle” he said turning to see the handsome woman in her early thirties looking up at him.  “Reverend Spillbacks,” she said looking up at him, “I want to thank you for coming to my home to minister to us last week.  I so want to thank you for the blessing you gave me.  My husband and I were wondering if you might come for a late supper on Tuesday.”  The Reverend knew that her husband would not be present.  He had begun visiting the Cuddle family about six months ago.  The husband and wife were unofficially separated with “irreconcilable differences.”  The man traveled a lot with work, and she was often left alone.  The almost constant separation resulted in the wife being left alone for long periods without male companionship which had caused a strain on their relationship.  The reverend’s visits had been under the guise of encouraging reconciliation and had done much to reduce the source of conflict.  He had met almost exclusively with the wife on a weekly basis for bible study, prayer, and as she put it ministering to her needs as a woman.  “Of course, about ” he said taking her hand.  “Go with God, sister.” 

 

He turned right to avoid Cassandra, but not in time.  She had seen him and was making her way toward him.  She wanted to make certain that he would be available for their weekly prayer session.  He had told her that confirmation was not necessary and it was best to keep their meetings confidential to avoid becoming the subject of the gossip that went through a small church group, but her needs were strong and her confidence was not.  It seemed she needed the constant reassurance that he would be there for her when she needed support.  As she got close, he made eye contact and mouthed “Wednesday after school.”  She had winked, and smiled at him.  She was deeply grateful for his help and support and thought they were being so clever keeping a secret from everyone else in the world.

 

She had come to him almost a year ago when he first accepted the ministry and moved to this small community.  She had been an average student but lately her grades were shipping.  She had come racked with guilt and needed to confess her sins to someone.  She was now almost fifteen, but when she had hit puberty, she had been hit with a flood of emotions and lust that she didn’t understand.  She had begun staring at boys, having sexual dreams.  A year later, she had started masturbating, and could not stop.  She had hoped he would tell her it was not a serious sin and she should not worry about it.  He had done just the opposite and condemned her not only for fornication, but also for pride, and deceit lying both to God and herself.  He had quoted her scriptures – about a man committing adultery in his heart, being worse than if he commit it in the flesh.  “It is better that a man spill his seed in the belly of a whore than on the sand of the sea” he had quoted proverbs to her. He had made the case that the sex drive in men was so much stronger, than in women and since all men could only have sex with the permission of women, it was doubly difficult for men, but it was what God expected of them.  God certainly expected more of her; he had made her cry. 

 

He told her she had to stop her sinfulness, and week after week she had come back to him tearfully complaining that she had tried to exercise control, but she could not.  Each week she had resolved never to do ‘it’ again.  Finally he told her that it would be better for her to start having intercourse to satisfy her desires than to continue committing this most abominable sin.  She must find a man, who was strong enough in the Gospel.  A man who could have intercourse with her without submitting to the temptation of desire and lust, or she would be causing another person to commit sin and possibly loose his soul; she would not want that on her conscience.  With Bible study he had shown her that a woman’s place was to be obedient and submissive to the man who took her.

 

She was more concerned about more practical matters, worldly things he had called them, – humiliation that came from pregnancy, sexually transmitted diseases, or just someone at school finding out.  Marriage was the answer, but she wanted a college, career, and more fun before she made that commitment and she didn’t even know anyone that she would be suitable.

 

Finally when she was desperate enough, he had agreed to help her himself.  The first session had been exquisite.  He had invited her to come in a couple days before her period started, knowing that would be when she was most vulnerable.  They had drank tea, and prayed together.  He had asked her to commit before God that she was willing to give herself to him completely.  If he were going to help save her immortal soul, he wanted assurance that she would give up masturbating, and never fornicate with anyone else.  She had promised on her life and begged him to save her. 

 

All of the sessions with her had been wonderful, and he had loved making her cum, but the first session was never far from his mind.  They had prayed, and then he had led her to the bedroom and ordered her to undress.  She had been shy and uncomfortable, with tears streaking her face as she stood naked before him and he had rebuked her for pride and told her to humble herself before God, then he had laid her on the bed and showed her how to hold her legs open for him.  He had looked at her swollen wet pussy with satisfaction, knowing her body was eager for her first real fucking, even if she were not.  He took off his robe and lay on top of her bringing his penis up to her slit.  She had panicked when she had seen his erection and he had to force her to lie still telling her if she didn’t lie quietly it would hurt her.  He told her to pray and ask God to help her open her pussy, and to make her humble so she might submit completely so she wouldn’t have to be forced.  He had lain on top of her and begun by sliding his cock along her slit stimulating her clit while he rubbed her budding tits. 

 

“It’s ok to masturbate while I’m fucking you if you wish” he had offered.  She shook her head, being to shy, but he held her chin and kissed her pushing his tongue between her lips.  Then he guided her hand between them to her mound.  She gasped when she touched his penis.

 

“Please” she said.  “It’s too big; I don’t want to do this.  I think I want to find someone smaller – maybe a boy my own age.”  Tears were leaking from her eyes and her lower lip quivered but more was leaking from her pussy.

 

“It’s too late for that now.  You made a commitment, and I’m going to fuck you.  If I have to force you it will be painful” he threatened.  He pressed his chest down against her breasts making it harder for her to squirm and moved his hips back.  “It will be easier if you’re aroused.  Rub the end of my penis against your clitoris.” 

 

She did as he commanded her and he began making very tiny thrusts sliding his cock through her hand and pressing the head against her inner lips and tiny button.  That drove her wild.  Her sex drive was obviously a lot stronger than her other emotions even fear, and he knew she would come around with the proper motivation.  She moved her other hand down to her genitals to hold her lips open so he could get at her.  She had learned a lot about how her body worked from masturbating.

 

“It’s time” he said.  “Move my cock down to your hole; I’m going to fuck you.”

 

“I’m scared” she cried.  “I’m too small; I don’t think it will go in.”

 

“Stop crying and do as you’re told” he commanded.  He felt her hips rolling upward as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs.  She pushed his penis downward and he moved his hips to bring his manhood forward and between her lips and into her.  As the rim of his glans pushed into her, she gasped and threw her arm around his shoulders spreading her lips open with the other hand.  She had never imagined the intensity of the sensation; partly the feeling of being stretched open, partly the feeling of being rubbed just inside her vagina.  He stopped an inch or so inside her and began short pumping.  Each thrust only touching the hymen.

 

The sensation was driving her crazy.  He lifted off her, supporting himself with his left hand against the bed and grabbing her left leg with his right hand just above the knee and lifted her slightly.   She was almost there with one arm around his neck and rubbing her pussy with her fingers of the other hand.  She was panting and kicking her feet.

 

Young girls were always so much special because it was all so new to them.  As her body started throbbing with her orgasm, he pushed his cock the rest of the way into her popping her cherry.  She screamed and dug her fingers into his shoulder as she slammed her head back against the bed.  The shock, mixed with the pain of having her hymen torn all in the middle of the orgasm had overwhelmed her.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled her ass up as far as his cock and her small vagina would allow and she froze there, not even breathing as the orgasm concluded.

 

He smiled at her; “You are an incredible woman” he said lowering her to the bed as she began trying to catch her breath. 

 

He had fucked her for almost two months before he had her stretched open enough to allow himself to pump her hard enough for him to cum in her.  It had been worth it.  She came to him every Wednesday now and lay on her back, or got on her knees or bent over the corner of the bed for him.  He had eaten her and sucked her nipples.  Her grades had improved and she was taking honors classes.  She had been hoping to get into the local junior college, and now her parents were planning for an Ivy League school and counting on a scholarship.  She had gone out for women’s basket ball and started taking aerobics classes.  He had watched her body develop and his constant sucking her had shaped her nipples.  Even her tiny little clit was growing with the constant attention he gave it. 

 

She said God was blessing her for being obedient.  Well, possibly, or maybe with getting her hormones under control she was able to develop the concentration needed to really excel in her situation.

 

“Hello, Mrs. Barlow” he began.  “What did you think of the sermon?”

 

“Please reverend, call me Jennifer.  Now that my husband is gone, ‘Mrs.’ sounds so… so in appropriate” she requested accepting his extended hand.  “I understand so very little of religious doctrine but I did enjoy your delivery.”

“Possibly you should start a program of gospel study” he suggested.  “This is a time of new beginnings for you, and I would love to see you take your spiritual development seriously.”

 

“I have tried to read my Bible, but don’t understand what I read and I usually fall asleep” she confessed sheepishly.

 

“Possibly I could help” he offered.  “Maybe we could study together, at least to help get you started.”

 

“Thank you reverend, but I could not possibly horde your time that way” she apologized.

 

“My purpose is to look after the spiritual life of the members of this church.  Nothing I could do would be more important than helping you develop spiritually.  I usually study on Sunday evenings, but I could be available whenever your schedule permits, I would love to help if I can.”  He was trying not to sound too eager, but his desire was rising to the surface.  If he got an appointment with her he would excuse himself immediately, to avoid making a fool of himself.

 

“Thank you reverend and tonight would be as good a time as any.  Do you want me to come to the church?” she asked.

 

“I actually have a call on the east side of town this afternoon.  I could come by your place say about eight and we could start our program.”  He said smiling.

 

She thanked him; they always thanked him.  If she only knew what he was going to do to her?  He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see Bob Ulrich with his hand out.  “I really enjoyed your sermon this morning” he said.  “I wonder if I my wife and I might have a bit of your time this afternoon.  We are having difficulties, and we thought we should speak to you.  Marital problems and we think some spiritual guidance might help.”

 

“Certainly Bob; come by the parsonage this afternoon, say ?” reverend Spillbacks answered as he slapped the man on the shoulder.  He was not certain what that was all about, but usually if it was a man and his wife wanted to talk to him it was something he was very interested in, especially considering his interest in the wife who was a small dark hair woman who was very easy to look at.

 

By the time the coffee talk was over, and the congregation had finally filed out of the church, it was nearly .  He usually masturbated after everyone finally left, but decided not to just in case things went well with Jennifer that evening.  When he had first arrived in this sleepy little Midwest town, and did not know anyone he had jacked off twice a day, usually everyday, however, now that he had half a dozen of the women opening for him regularly, and several others opening up occasionally he had almost completely given that up.  Except Sundays; Sunday had been his day to be alone, but not today.  The thought of Jennifer gave him a warm sensation in his groin as he felt his penis begin to respond.

 

He was just finishing a light lunch when he heard a knock at the door.  Mrs. Ulrich was a small woman, barely five feet and probably not one hundred pounds.  Her husband was almost six feet and maybe or .  He invited them into his study and could not help smile at the thought of the big man fucking the little woman.  She would be completely helpless under him and probably would have a difficult time with the size of his penis.

 

“I’ve just made some tea” the reverend said filling small Chinese cups for the couple.  If there was one characteristic of the people in this small town that exceeded their gullibility, it was their politeness.  They would drink the tea he offered whether they wanted it or not.  He knew it tasted terrible, but they would say nothing, and swallow it even if they had to hold their noses to do so.  It had begun as tea, but he had laced it with testosterone, ground up Viagra and concentrated ginseng root.  In fifteen minutes, they would both be randy as hell, and Mr. Ulrich would have a hard on that could be used as a crow bar to pry her open if he had to.  He doubted that would be necessary as the testosterone and ginseng worked on women as well.  His experience and personal philosophy stated that almost all marital problems could be solved with a good fucking and this little cocktail could usually do the trick.

 

Seated side by side on the couch in front of him, they began with a short prayer.  Barely waiting for the echo of Amen to die out, the wife began explaining that her husband was not satisfying her.  He was having a difficult time getting hard, and when he did make love to her he seldom lasted long enough for her to cum.  The husband sat mortified besides her staring at his shoes as she went on.  Clearly her size was not an indication of her influence in the relationship, and her dominance was humiliating to her husband.  She went on and on explaining how he had trouble staying hard and how he never seemed to initiate things and she always had to tell him what to do.

 

“Excuse me” Spillbacks interrupted turning to the big man.  “How do you feel about all this?”

 

“Well, she’s right” he mumbled looking down at his hands.  “I guess I’m just getting old.”

 

“I’ve made him take Viagra” his wife interrupted.  “I took him to see Doctor Kendal personally, and I watched him swallow the pills, but it didn’t help much.  We’ve been married for five years, and if he can’t do better than this, I just don’t know if I can stay with this.  I think maybe he’s gay or ….” She paused swallowing hard as tears overflowed down her eyes.  “Or, he’s having an affair.”

 

Spillbacks held up his hand to silence her, and addressed her husband.  “Possibly I should speak to each of you individually first” he said.  “Mr. Ulrich would you wait in the outer room?” he said as he rose and opened the door.  He had not wanted the wife to have a chance to offer any objection, and it had worked.  The big man was walking out the door before she got her mouth open to object.

 

“Mrs. Ulrich, do you love your husband?” the reverend asked.

 

“’Do I love him?’  What kind of a question is that; if you had any idea how much I do for that man…” she was waving her arms wildly to make her point.  Spillbacks move to her side on the couch, and gently pressed the tips of his fingers to her lips to silence her.

 

“I didn’t ask what you did for him” he began quietly, “I asked how you feel about him.  Do you feel love for him – do you care about his immortal soul.”

 

The words had hit their mark and transformed her.  She was staring at her hands fidgeting with her ring.  “I do love him reverend.  It’s why I could never leave him, but I just don’t think I can live without intimacy.  I guess I’m not a very good Christian woman, but I need it.”  Tears were filling her eyes.  “I’m sorry” she continued, “but I need it.”

 

“Mrs. Ulrich, he needs it too.  Probably more than you do.”  The reverends voice was soft and they could hear the big man pacing in the hall.  “You’re a very beautiful woman.  If he sticks his cock into that beautiful body of yours, and doesn’t stay hard, there is something really wrong, and no mater how unsatisfying it is for you, I assure you it is worse for him.  It shouldn’t be; I can’t imagine how mounting you could be anything other than absolute bliss.  He is not enjoying sex, and until he does, we have nowhere to go.”

 

Her face had turned bright red, but she was squirming on the couch, embarrassment mixed with arousal.  He put his arm around her and stroked her shoulder.  “How much are you willing to do to save your marriage?” he asked.

 

“I’ll do anything, reverend; I have always been the one who has given.  You have no idea…”  He pressed his fingers to her lips again to silence her.  She looked down embarrassed, but began to realize what the reverend wanted her to change.

 

“For the next six months, I want you to stop initiating sex” he said.

 

“If I don’t initiate…” she began, but again he silenced her gently.

 

“If he wants to save your marriage, he will initiate.  He’s going to fuck you, whenever he wants, wherever he wants and for as long or short as he wants.  You’re going to let him put you into whatever position he wants, and you’re going to be quiet while he fucks you.  You can moan, you can grunt, and you can scream, but you’re not to say a word of complaint, while he’s doing you.”  He was being intentionally crude, and it had the desired effect.  Her mouth opened, her face reddened and a look of shock filled her eyes, but he also noticed her knees were moving like butterfly wings.  “Most of all, you are to tell him you like it, and you are to be obedient to whatever he wants.”

 

“Reverend, that will take all the romance out of our relationship. Love making will become animal lust.”  She said it as a complaint, but the way the words came out they indicated that she was less disgusted than she had intended.  The animal lust was calling to her.

 

“You can have romance at dinner.  You can love each other as you go for walks, or watch the sunset.  You can love each other when you fall asleep in each others arms.  When he fucks you, you are going to be his ‘bitch’” Spillbacks told her.  Shock mixed with horror was on her face.  “For the next six months we are going to encourage him enjoy you.  You are never going to refuse.  Every time you refuse, we are going to extend the duration by two months.  If you don’t figure out how to be obedient quickly, you are going to be a sex slave for a long time.”

 

“I couldn’t possibly enjoy love making like… that” she was adamant, but her voice betrayed her.

 

“If you want him to act like a man, the first thing we have to do is make certain he ‘enjoys’ it.”  Spillbacks paused but continued before she could interrupt.  “I only have one question – do you want to save your marriage?”

 

The question silenced her protests.  The crudeness of what he had said shocked her, but she loved her husband and the fear of loosing him was stronger.  “This is tough love. I know that” he said.  “I want to talk to you husband now.  I want you to wait in the living room.  While you are waiting, I want you to take off your bra and panties so you are naked under your dress.”  He stood up opened the door and called to her husband before she could protest.

 

“Please, Mr. Ulrich, have a seat.”  The reverend motioned him to the couch as he continued to look after his wife, and then the closed door after she left.  The expression on his face showed his concern for her.  She had been shaken by what the minister had said, and now it was his turn.  “Do you love your wife?” Spillbacks asked.

 

“Yes reverend, very much” the big man replied.

 

“Have you been having an affair?” the minister continued the interrogation.

 

“No sir, I have never done anything like that, I swear” the man said defensively.

 

“I am sure you haven’t” the minister assured him.  “However, your wife has the misinformed notion, that a man has limited sexual energy and if he is not fucking her, it is because he is fucking someone else.  As a result, I think your wife suspects you have a mistress.  This is ridicules as libido doesn’t work that way.  Low enthusiasm for sex comes from boredom, not exhaustion.  Usually if a man or woman for that matter has an extramarital affair, it increases the interest in sex, and intimacy with their partner increases.  In your situation it might be better if you had some extramarital activity.”

 

“Reverend, that would be sinful” Ulrich was shocked.

 

“Sin is taken much too seriously” the reverend replied.  “Sins are forgiven everyday, but if you marriage fails it will be far more serious, and your marriage is in trouble.  Your wife is entitled to sex, and lots of it.  You promised to fuck her when you married her and sex is necessary for her health both physically and mentally, and you have not been providing it.  If you want to keep your marriage, you had better do something to change that.”

 

“Well… well, reverend, the mood…”  Ulrich was struggling to get the words out; embarrassment mixed with astonishment had tied a knot in his tongue.

 

“She’s a beautiful woman, she is in good shape, and you should be fucking her at least twice a week.  I don’t care about your mood, I don’t care if you want to or not.  I don’t even care if she wants to and neither should you.  You open her legs and shove your meat into her and keep it there until you have filled her.  What do you think your marriage commitment was all about?  You start fucking her regularly, or she’ll be looking to get her pussy serviced somewhere else, and I won’t blame her.”  The reverend was stern leaving no room for argument.  “What’s the matter, don’t you think her tits are big enough or something?”

 

“Ahh….Ah no, her tits… I mean breasts are fine.”  Mr. Ulrich was flustered by the directness and possibly by the obvious erection he was developing.  The tea had had the desired effect, but both of them would think it was the counseling session and the erotic subject that had turned them on.

 

“Good,” he said standing to open the door to invite the wife to return.  She was hastily stuffing something into her purse.  As she walked, he could see she had removed her bra as her breasts were swinging freely with her steps.  He wondered if she had guessed what was coming.  As she passed him in the doorway he could smell she was ready.

 

“For the next six months” he began speaking to Mrs. Ulrich. “Bob is going to screw you at least twice a week.  He’s going to tell you when he wants to fuck and you are going to submit completely.  You are going to do whatever you are told.  This is a new church law.  You are going to meet with me each Sunday afternoon and you are going to report if he has fulfilled his obligations.”  Mr. Ulrich had become timid in his wife presence, and was embarrassed by the bulge in his pants.  “You are going to submit to him whenever he wants it and do exactly as you are told” he said directing his comments to the woman.  At first Mr. Ulrich was mortified, but he became bolder when he saw his wife silently nodding obediently.  “I’ll bet she’s a good fuck, isn’t she.  Does she squirm when you take her or does she just lay there and let you pump?” the reverend asked Mr. Ulrich.

 

“Well… well, she usually kind of… well you know.” The big man smiled out of embarrassment and could not put words together not certain if he was supposed to answer or not he looked at his wife for instructions, but found her looking at the floor with her hands folded in her lap.

 

The minister picked up a pillow and laid it on the corner of the big table in the room.  “Come over here Mrs. Ulrich” he commanded.  She stood timidly and walked over to where he indicated.  He positioned her with the rounded corner of the table against her pussy and told her to bend over.  She looked at him shock and defiance on her face, but before she could object he put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed her causing her to fall forward onto the pillow, her feet lifting off the floor.  She began to protest, but the minister bent over and whispered “Not one word or it will be eight months.”

 

Mr. Ulrich stepped forward partially thinking to rescue his wife, but not at all certain how or from what, and she wasn’t complaining, the reverend wasn’t actually hurting her and he had no idea why the reverend had done that.

 

With his free hand, the minister pulled her dress up over her hips, exposing her to her husband.  Mr. Ulrich’s mouth fell open and he stared at his naked wife’s bottom.  “What a hick” Spillbacks thought.  “I’ll bet he’s never even seen a naked pussy before.  He probably only fucks in the dark with his eyes closed.”

 

The reverend reached out and grabbed Mr. Ulrich’s pants by the waist band and pulled him closer working the button free as he did so.  “Take out your penis and fuck her” the minister commanded.  Ulrich did not know what to do – his common sense said he should get his wife out of there, but lust, embarrassment and confusion had left him completely confused as he pulled his pants down and approached the wet waiting pussy. 

 

“Tell her to spread her leg” the minister commanded.  Mrs. Ulrich did not wait to hear from her husband but moved her thighs open pulling her knees under the table fearing minister would force her if she did not cooperate.  In his state of confusion and arousal, Mr. Ulrich took this as a sign of desire.

 

The creed of the mid west said ‘when you don’t know what to do, do as you’re told’ so he bent over her and shoved his cock into her.

 

She moaned as he went in.  “She likes it” he thought as he began pumping.  Once inside her all thoughts of rescuing her were gone.  She was the obedient little woman he had fantasized about since he was twelve.  Spillbacks released her neck and she tried to push herself up, but her husband forced her back down holding her still while he rubbed his cock in her soft wet hole.  His breathing was coming hard and fast and he felt the excitement all down his back and legs as he began fucking her harder, slamming into her with each thrust of his hips.

 

It took only a few minutes before he was finished and began filling her hole.  With the orgasm came a return to reality and embarrassment.  Ulrich pulled out of his wife and turned his back to do up his pants while the minister helped her to the couch to lie down.  Guilt at having enjoyed himself in a woman was burning holes in the pleasure he had enjoyed.

 

Reverend Spillbacks put his arm around the big man’s shoulder.  “You did well my son.  That’s exactly what God, the church, your wife and I all expect of you, don’t let us down.”  The big man nodded.  The minister’s words taking the sting of what he had just done to the woman he loved.  “Do you really love her?” the minister asked. 

 

Mr. Ulrich nodded.

 

“You liked it didn’t you?” Spillbacks continued.

 

Again the husband nodded.

 

“God gave you those feelings so you would service his daughters.  The Bible says it is a joy to be in the service of your God.  The devil gives you this guilt.  You must put it away” the minister said sternly.

 

Again the big man nodded.

 

“Go home now” the minister said.  “Your wife needs to rest and clean up and I want to have a word with her.  I have to go to Homer this evening and I will drop her by your place on the way.”

 

Again the husband nodded as he walked through the door the minister held open for him, glad for the opportunity to get away from the situation and the woman he had just fucked without having to look at her and be reminded that it was his wife.

 

“How are you feeling” he asked as walked to the couch where the woman lay curled in a fetal position.  She turned to look at him; tears ran down her cheeks from the humiliation of being fucked in front of him, but the look in her eyes told a different story.  The drugs in the tea, and the ten minutes of fucking had left her in desperate need of serious sex. 

 

The minister was very tempted to pull out his cock and finish her there on the couch, but he had a different plan for her.  He was not certain how she would respond to being fucked and violating her marriage vows even though he was positive she would not refuse him now, he could not be certain how she would react tomorrow.  Women were funny that way.                               

 

There were dozens of ways to fuck a woman, only a couple of which violated the marriage covenant.  He slid his hand down the inside of her thigh and gently rubbed the edge of her lips.

 

“No” she whispered between the quiet sobs, but he ignored her, turning her onto her back.  He slowly moved around her labia as she opened her legs for him.  Her breathing quickened and soft moans escaped her throat.  It would be so easy to make her climax, but he wanted it to last.

 

She slid a hand along her stomach to rub her breast, lifting her dress as she went.  With his free hand he pulled the dress up exposing the rest of her chest.  His lips engulfed her nipple as he pushed his fingers up her cunt and his thumb uncovered her clit.  She was screaming now, thrusting her hips trying to force his fingers to touch her G spot.  He rubbed her, teased her, and tormented her until she was screaming.

 

Her legs clamped shut, crushing his hand inside her.  She lifted her shoulders off the sofa, with her chin forced against her chest and her knees pulled up to the back of his head as he sucked at her breast.  He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and held her as she trembled.  The orgasm was washing over her and she could not stop it.

 

He had met his objectives with her.  Her husband would fuck her hard and leave her horny and half finished.  She would come to him, and he would pet her and eat her and play with her.  He had a vibrator her would put in her and after a week or two, he would take her into the bedroom and put his cock in her.  By then she would be so addicted to him she would not object, and would never make trouble for him.

 

He left her sleep on the couch for an hour or so after her orgasm, and then led her to the bathroom where she could shower and clean up.  With luck her husband would use her again that night or tomorrow before the drugs completely wore off.  Her experience with him would definitely compare favorably.

 

Just before they left, he knelt in prayer with her.  He had been ready with a list of scriptural arguments to showed how what he had done to her was completely within the bounds of the law and it was her right as a daughter of God to enjoy what he had given her.  He could convince the Sister Teresa herself that God wanted her to spread her legs; these hicks were barely a challenge.  None of it had been necessary with Mrs. Ulrich.  She was a devote woman who would remain so unless it interfered with her sexual needs.  She would be just fine.

 

“Take this” he told her handing her a small bottle of water based lubricant.  “A couple drops on your lips before he mounts will make it a lot more comfortable.”  He paused and looked into her eyes.  “I know this is going to be hard for you, but your husband needs to learn to enjoy fucking you or he will give up on you all together.”

 

She nodded and kissed him.  “Call me” the minister admonished.  “Anytime, day or night, and I will meet with you.  We will get through this together.”

 

The drive to the farm was very pleasant.  Mrs. Ulrich sat close to him and held his arm resting her head on his shoulder.  “I love my husband” she said, “but I will need your help if I am going to save my marriage.”

 

He turned is head and kissed the top of her head before they rounded the corner and became visible form the farm yard.

 

 “Thank you for seeing me Mrs.…. Jennifer” he corrected himself in response to her expression as she took his coat and led him into the living room.

 

“Were should we begin?” she asked.

 

“Let’s begin with a prayer” he suggested as he knelt down on the floor.  “Would you pray for us?” he asked as she followed him to her knees.  He opened his eyes as she began to pray and stared at her.  After the afternoon session with Sally Kendal, he was extremely randy, and looking at her aroused him even more.  She was in her late thirties, but had never been pregnant and was still in good shape.  Her husband had been much older than her and had had heart trouble for years before he died.  He doubted she had been used very hard in years if ever.  He stared at her with her head bowed and eyes closed.  The arch of her back, the round hips, and the breasts all fit together well.  If things went well, he would be inside her in another hour or so and the thought caused his penis to engorge.

 

“Let’s turn to Genesis chapter 38, start with verse 6” he suggested as he opened his bible and handed it to her indicating the passage he wanted her to read.

 

Judah got a wife for Er, his firstborn, and her name was Tamar. 7 But Er, Judah's firstborn, was wicked in the LORD's sight; so the LORD put him to death.

 

“Please explain to me what happened here in your own words” he commanded.

 

“Well, Judah got a wife for his eldest son Er but he was wicked, and God killed him” she answered.

 

“What do you think it means ‘wicked in the LORD's sight’?” the reverend asked.

 

“I don’t know, I suppose he commit sins” she answered.

 

“He had been who he was for his whole life” the reverend replied, “but he gets married, and then he is so evil that God kills him.  Why all of a sudden now does he get put to death?  I think his sins must be related to the way he treated his wife, don’t you think.”

 

Her face brightened into a smile, as the understanding dawned on her.  “Do you think he hit her, or maybe he cheated on her?” she asked.

 

“Actually, the bible is full of instances of when men disciplined their wives, and it was not considered sinful.  I think it must have been something other than violence.  The men of the bible had many wives, and slaves that they used regularly.  Adultery, is a sin, but I think a minor one, and so I suspect it must have been something else.” the reverend corrected her.  “Please read the next couple verses.”

 

She looked at him with respect and awe.  He understood so much, and more important, he was helping her to understand so much more than she ever had.

 

Then Judah said to Onan, "Lie with your brother's wife and fulfill your duty to her as a brother-in-law to produce offspring for your brother." 9 But Onan knew that the offspring would not be his; so whenever he lay with his brother's wife, he spilled his semen on the ground to keep from producing offspring for his brother. 10 What he did was wicked in the LORD's sight; so he put him to death also. Judah then said to his daughter-in-law Tamar, "Live as a widow in your father's house until my son Shelah grows up." For he thought, "He may die too, just like his brothers." So Tamar went to live in her father's house.

 

Understanding dawned in her eyes.  “Her husband had not made love to her – at least not properly” she said.

 

“Exactly right” Spillbacks responded.  “I don’t think they were married very long.  I think her husband didn’t want her to get pregnant, as he wanted to use her for a while before he knocked her up, so he practiced birth control.  She was probably a beautiful young woman.  He pulled out of her before he came.  What other methods could her husband have used?”

 

“Maybe abstinence” she ventured.

 

“Yes” Spillbacks replied.  “God expects women to be serviced, either by their husbands, or if not husbands, He selects other men to service them.  It says here Onan spilled his semen on the ground.  He probably pumped her until he was nearly ready to cum, then he pulled out of her to ejaculate.  Possibly he made her suck him off to finish.  Or, of course, he may have sodomized her.  Why do you think he did that?  Why do you think he didn’t want to breed Tamar?”

 

“I don’t know” she said.  She was shocked by the frank sexual discussion, but the reverend had talked plainly to her and she did not want to appear as a child so she did not show her reaction.  She was also becoming aroused, though she would not admit it to even herself.

 

“Most books explain that it was customary for the first born to receive the inheritance.  With his older brother dead with no children, he was in line to get the lion’s share of the family wealth.  If Tamar had a son he would loose out.  I think differently.  I think he knew he would have to keep fucking her until it took.  Her son would inherit and there was nothing he could do about that.  I think it was much simpler – I think she was a beautiful woman and he wanted to enjoy her for a few months or maybe even a year before he was done with her” the reverend explained.

 

She nodded without saying anything.  The word ‘fucking’ coming from his lips had shocked her, but she tried not to let it show.  It also aroused her and she unconsciously opened her legs a little.  With this Spillbacks caught the first whiff of her pussy, and knew he was making real progress with her.   He had thought he would not get her on their first session, but he now revised his expectations upward.

 

“In this age we get concerned about sex as a sin.  I think we are wrong there.  A careful study of the scriptures shows that the real sin is leaving a woman empty.  In the next few verses, we find that Judah himself, her father in-law, fucked her, and this is proclaimed to be what God expected.”  The reverend went on as she hung on every word.  He laid his hand on her knee just below the hem of her dress and applied a slight pressure causing her to open her legs a little.  “How long has it been since you have had intercourse?” he asked.

 

Her face reddened with embarrassment.  “My husband was very ill” she said. “He had a difficult time for the last year so.”

 

“Have you been masturbating?” he asked.

 

She hung her head and silence; not able to meet his eyes.  “I can’t help it” she cried.  “I try to be good, but I can get so… so…. You know horny.”

 

“How do you think Tamar was fucked?” he asked.

 

“I don’t know” she replied.  “I assumed they would use the missionary position.”

 

“I think she was entered from behind” he told her.  “These men were farmers and herdsmen.  They worked with sheep and goats, horses and other animals.  They held the mares and pulled their tails to the side so the stallions could mount them.  They watched the male animals shove their penises into the female animals almost every day.  I think they went back to their women and ordered them to get on their knees.  Back then the women obeyed, or they were forced.”

 

By the time he finished she was breathing heavily through her mouth.  He slid his hand up her leg along her inner thigh.  She slid forward on the couch causing her skirt to slide up her legs and spread them.

 

He looked into her eyes.  “Are you an obedient servant?” he asked.  She nodded closing her mouth to swallow.  “I think it is so important to for you to understand what Tamar was feeling and what happened to her.  There is much to learn in this scripture.  What do you think Tamar felt while she waited for Onan to come fuck her?”

 

“I think she was afraid” Jennifer replied.

 

“I agree” the reverend said.  “Her husband had been a wicked man.  She almost certainly had been a virgin the first time Er used her, and she would not have expected his brother to be gentler.  She certainly was not expecting foreplay.  She was a religious woman and probably was praying on her knees waiting for him when he came to her.  Possibly Onan brought another woman, a slave girl, with him to hold her down if she struggled.”

 

Reverend Spillbacks stood up and extended his hand to help her rise.  He led her down the hall to the bed room and swung the door open for her.  She walked through the door into the room.

 

“What do you think she wore while she waited to be bred?” he asked.  She stared at him.  His presence was over powering.  “I will give you a few minutes to get ready. Think about what she prayed for and what she was feeling as she waited to be penetrated.”

 

She walked into the room and felt the door close behind her.  She didn’t know what to do; her minister wanted to fuck her.  The thought made her vagina tighten and she unbuttoned her blouse and took off her bra.  Her mind was questioning what she was doing as she unzipped the tight skirt and pulled it and her panties down to her ankles.  In smooth motion she stepped out of her shoes and the rest of her clothes.  With a bare foot she kicked her clothes into the corner. Her mind was screaming this was wrong, but knelt at the corner of the bed with her ass pointing toward the door.  She folded her hands between her breasts and closed her eyes.  Light flooded into the room from the hall as the door swung open.

 

He stepped into the room and saw her kneeling in front of him.  He was naked.  He approached and knelt behind her, his hands sliding around her covering her nipples.  He closed his eyes and pressed his cock against the crack in her ass.  She was about to protest, her training about morality forcing its way through the fog his words and the lust had created.

 

“Pray as I tell you” he said.  “Dear Lord.” He waited for her to repeat his words.  Ever since she was a little girl, she had closed her eyes whenever a prayer was said and turned her entire attention to the prayer.  All thoughts of protest were drowned by her training.   The words came to her lips.

 

“Dear Lord” she repeated.

 

“Help me be an obedient woman” Spillbacks continued.  He took her hand and guided it around her hip between their bodies and wrapped her finger around his penis.  She gasped.  He was a lot bigger than her husband and he was rock hard.  She lifted her hips sliding forward onto the bed and bent the penis down to position the head at the mouth of her tunnel.

 

“Help me be an obedient woman” she continued.

 

“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the reverend continued as he pushed the tip of his cock into her and pulled her hand away.

 

“Wet my hole, and help me to receive this blessing” the crudeness offended her, but she had just asked to be made obedient.  Tears were filling her eyes and her voice choked up as her voice whispered the words.  She wanted to run away, but his hands held her and she knew her chance to leave was past.

 

“Amen” he finished placing his hand on the small of her back and forcing her forward and down against the bed.  She turned her head to one side to lay her cheek against the mattress and arch her back.  She spread her legs around the corner of the bed and whispered the final word knowing what was to follow.

 

“Amen” she whispered.  The word was cut short by a groan as the entire length of his cock was forced into her cunt and he began hard pumping her.  Each thrust brought a grunt as her body was forced forward on the bed despite his hand on her back and the other squeezing her breast attempting to hold her still while he fucked her.  Each thrust slammed his hips into her ass cheeks.  He was pumping her too hard and too fast for her to enjoy the experience.  She could do nothing but grip the bed and wait while he used her.

 

Spillbacks had planned to be gentle with her; coax her into bed and give her a long slow gentle fucking where she would come over and over again.  He had planned to give her a good time that she would want more and more of, but the excitement of the afternoon, and the ease with which she had submitted had changed his mind.  She was his bitch and he was going to enjoy her.  He had lost all interest in what she wanted.  This was risky. He was almost certain she would continue to cooperate and let him continue to dominate her, but he could not be positive like he was when he made the women cum.  He would have to make certain she was his.

 

It had only been ten or fifteen minutes before he could no longer control the need to release.  Just as he started to cum, he pulled the entire length of his cock out of her and holding his penis with one hand pressed the tip of his cock against her asshole.  Not hard enough to enter her, but enough so she would feel it.  The shudders went through him as he stroked his cock.  The sweet release came and he collapsed against her back ejaculating load after load of semen from his cock.  Most of it squirted out into her ass crack and ran down her legs onto the carpet, but from the shock that he felt go through her body, he figured he must have gotten some of it inside her rectum.  Finished, he stood up and left the room.

 

In the hallway he picked up his clothes and went to the living room where he waited until he heard the shower.  She was cleaning up.  “God that was a good fuck” he whispered to himself.  “What a sweet little whore.”  He pulled on his under-ware, and folded the rest of his clothes before returning to the bedroom.  He turned the bed down and sat in the dark waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

 

The bathroom door opened and she stepped out naked, rubbing the towel under her breasts to dry her body.  Her eyes were blind to the darkness and she did not see him approach her.  She screamed from fright and shock when she felt his hand on her shoulder.

 

“I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to startle you” he said in a quiet voice as he brushed he hair from her face.

 

“I’m ok” she said trying to move the towel up to cover her breasts.  “I thought you had gone.”

 

“I wanted you to truly understand the scripture.  I feel the spirit telling me this is very important for you.”  He gently took the towel from her and led her to the bed.  “Do you understand what Tamar felt?” he asked as they sat on the bed together his arm around her shoulder.  He reached over to the night stand beside the bed, turned on the light, and handed her the open Bible.  “Read the passage I have marked.”

 

When Tamar was told, "Your father-in-law is on his way to Timnah to shear his sheep," 14 she took off her widow's clothes, covered herself with a veil to disguise herself, and then sat down at the entrance to Enaim, which is on the road to Timnah. For she saw that, though Shelah had now grown up, she had not been given to him as his wife.
15 When Judah saw her, he thought she was a prostitute, for she had covered her face. 16 Not realizing that she was his daughter-in-law, he went over to her by the roadside and said, "Come now, let me sleep with you."
"And what will you give me to sleep with you?" she asked.
17 "I'll send you a young goat from my flock," he said.
"Will you give me something as a pledge until you send it?" she asked.
18 He said, "What pledge should I give you?"
"Your seal and its cord, and the staff in your hand," she answered. So he gave them to her and slept with her, and she became pregnant by him. 19 After she left, she took off her veil and put on her widow's clothes again.

 

“She was quite a woman wasn’t she?” he said when she finished the passage.  “She knew what God expected of her.  Judah and his sons were prophets, the men of God and she knew she was supposed to submit her body to them.  They weren’t very nice to her, but still she was obedient.”

 

“I think I understand” she said as he took her shoulders and laid her back onto the bed.  He bent over her and kissed her; gently at first then with more passion.  He could sense the arousal building in her as he moved to her neck and then down to her shoulders.  He began massaging her breasts.  Not hard and rough as he had done earlier, but gently teasing her delicate nipples into erection.  She spread her legs as his lips moved to suck her breast, and his finger moved to her pussy.

 

Within minutes, she was wet and ready and moved down to eat her and fuck her with his tongue.  She would have come a dozen times, if he had let her but each time she came to the edge, he would back away, or change focus.  He worked on her until she was screaming and thrashing around on the bed like a beached fish.  By the time he took out his cock and pulled her on top of him she was desperate to get it inside of her.  She grabbed it in her right hand and positioned it to the mouth of her cunt.  Steadying herself with her left hand against his shoulder, she thrust her ass down against him taking the full penis into her pussy. 

 

She sawed up and down on the full length of his cock violently until she could hold back the flood no longer.  “Ohhh God…. Oh God” she screamed.  The orgasm erupted in her and she dug her finger nails into his shoulders and then she collapsed onto him. 

 

Suddenly the room was deathly silent.  Spillbacks could hear her heart hammering in her chest.  Her breathing was deep and slow.  She stretched out her legs and collapsed completely on top of him.

 

“We have sinned, haven’t we reverend” she said finally.

 

“Don’t be ridiculous” he replied.  “God made your body and he made mine and He gave us the capability to feel sexual pleasure.  He expects us to use it.  In most things He gave us complete free will; however regarding sex He gave all men and women unending and often overpowering desire.  Use you head girl, do you think He is displeased with us?    Examine how you feel right now and tell me you thing we have sinned.”

 

“But what about the commandments in the Bible?” she asked.

 

“You need to study the Bible more” he said. “The Puritanical concepts about sex don’t come from the Bible; they come for a group of religious perverts who probably never really read the Bible, or if they did they lied about what it said.”  He took a deep breath to calm himself.  Ever since seminary when he had actually studied the word of God, the actual Bible, and not what other people said it said, this had been an emotional issue for him, but he knew he was not going to explain the truths that he had studied over the past eight years before she feel asleep.  “The Bible says many things that people could argue about.  For every passage that tells us to abstain, there are probably half a dozen that tell us that we should not abstain.  Look at the lives of the prophets; the people who God directed daily.  God commanded them to have many wives and concubines.  Why do you suppose He did that?”

 

“I don’t know” she said.

 

“Do you thing God commanded these great men to take these women and then they didn’t fuck them?” he asked.  “Gee God, these women are really pretty and all, but I don’t think I should touch them, because I don’t want to fornicate.”

 

She giggled.  “Alright, you’re the expert” she said, “Why?”

 

“The first commandment God gave to people was to engage in sex.”  His voice was quiet, almost reverent for the profound truth that had nearly gotten him expelled from the seminary.  “God expects it of us.  In Biblical times, women were not always treated very well.  They were bought and sold and used like property.  Often abused and killed when they were no longer of value to their owner.  I don’t think God likes this.  I think God expects both men and women to have satisfying sexual experiences.  I think that’s more important than just about anything else.  When circumstances put women in a position of being unable to achieve sexual fulfillment and God finds an honorable man, a man with a good heart, He often gives him added responsibility.  Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived, and probably the greatest lover and poet as well had seven hundred wives and three hundred concubines – that’s women that he fucked regularly, but never married.”

 

“What about a woman having more than one man” she asked.  “What does God think of this?”

 

“Oh, that happens all the time; Tamar, that we read about, for example.  Or, even Mary, who was the mother of Jesus, the son of God, and then married Joseph who took care of her for the rest of her life because I suppose God was preoccupied.”  He was preaching again.  “From all my study, I don’t think God ever intended for people to be monogamous.  I think he intended that we should take care of each other; physically, emotionally and sexually.”

 

She wrapped her arms around him and fell asleep on his shoulder.  He held her for nearly an hour before sliding out of bed and making his way home.


 

Epilog

Bob Ulrich watched his wife climb the stairs carrying a load of clean clothes from the laundry room in the basement.  He watched her ass move as she walked and could not stop thinking about what he had seen of her that afternoon.  For the last few hours he had been rehearsing in his mind.  The reverend had said it was his responsibility to service her and more than just responsibility, he wanted to fuck her.  Not make love to her; not wait on her willingness and certainly not beg her, but fuck her.  Fuck her like he had that afternoon.

 

He got off the couch and followed her up the stairs, taking the heavy basket from her as he caught up.

 

“Thank you” she said cheerfully.  She had been quiet all evening since the minister had dropped her off.  Bob had thought it was because of what he had done to her.  He had been wrong; in her entire life she had never cum the way she had when Ulrich had touched her.  Technically, it had not been a adultery; technically, it had not really different from her annual visits with the gynecologists, but it had been different.  Most of all, she wanted more.

 

“Go to the bedroom and get yourself ready” her husband commanded.  He had had a hard time getting out the words.  He had wanted to sound forceful and dominate.  For him the most sexually exciting thing of the afternoon had been when she had tried to straighten up and he had forced her head back down while he was fucking her.  He wanted that feeling again, but he had choked on the words.  He almost followed the order with an apology.

 

The smile disappeared from her face, and she looked at the floor as she walked to the bed room.  Bob Ulrich looked after her.  He had not been certain what she would do.  He had not thought he had sounded very manly, but she had gone to the bedroom as he had told her too.  She was in there stripping right now.  Well, maybe she wasn’t used to having him order her around, but he was a man and he had a right take her.  He set the basket on the folding table, and went after her.

 

When he opened the bedroom door she was just pulling her panties down.  She lay down and moved to the center of the bed and spread her legs.  She was still wearing her blouse and he toyed with telling her to take it off, but seeing her bush he decided he didn’t want to wait.  He crawled up on the bed between her knees, and undid his belt.  His penis was hard and he reached through the hole in his underwear to take it out and stretched out on top of her.  He guided his cock up to her hole and shoved it into her.  She was slick and slippery; she wanted it.  She was ready to fuck.  She must be getting off on this dominate approach of his.

 

His body completely covered her.  His full belly pressed down on her stomach making it hard for her to breath and impossible for her to move.  He was moving his hips and pumping her.  The top of her head was just under his chin.  He grunted with every thrust as he fucked her.

 

She lay under him with her legs up and open, barely able to get them around his over sized waist.  He was sweaty and his arm pits smelled.  If it had gone on for very long, she would have been sick, but it didn’t last very long.  It was over in minutes and she had seamen in her pussy.  He rolled off her and pulled his pants up and went back down stairs to watch television.

 

She lay on the bed waiting while his sweat dried on her body and the seamen drained out of her pussy.  Tears leaked out of her eyes.  She wanted her marriage to work, and she loved that big lug, she didn’t even mind him fucking her.  Actually, if it made him happy, she didn’t mind at all, but the thought that that was the only sex she would have for the rest of her life she just couldn’t bear it.  She took a shower and picked up the phone.

 

While driving back to the church, his cell phone rang.  “Hello” Spillbacks answered.  “God is so proud of you, why don’t you come in to see me tomorrow morning.  I understand your frustration, I think if we pray about this it will be able to find an answer.”

Party Night

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Anne had bought a new outfit a couple of weeks ago and this was the first time she had worn it out. It was a blue cat suit made of silk, very sheer and very low cut at the front so that she had to go bra less. We arrived at the party early carrying an esky full of drink and a plate of food as requested. We went over and introduced ourselves to the host and president of the club and their wives. Though not in outfits as deeply cut as Anne's they were also showing plenty of cleavage. The club we were hoping to join was for nudists and open minded people, from what w had heard they had some great parties.

The party started off fairly slowly people arriving in dribs and drabs over the next two hours, but as more people did arrive the party improved. The music was good the lights were

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low leaving areas of almost complete darkness. Anne was spending a lot of time on the dance floor seeming to be very popular. I spent quite a bit of time chatting to the president and host occasionaly dancing with their respective wives. It seemed to me as the evening went on the lights went dimmer and couples were more often than not in the darker corners. As I had a couple more drinks I became a little more relaxed I found myself dancing with a sexy girl called Trudy, not what you would call beautifull but she oozed sex. I saw Anne dancing with a youngish guy who appeared to have his hand inside the top of her cat suit, at least it looked that way from where I was. Trudy seemed to be guiding me into one of the darker corners, by this time the music being played was all the slow stuff. Trudy was dancing really close grinding her self into me, this of course was having the effect of giving me a hard on. Seeing as how we seemed to be getting on well I started smooching with Trudy my hand cupping her breast through her blouse. I was really starting to have a good time after three more dances Trudy led me into one of the corners that seemed to be piled high with cushions and encouraged me to sit before almost leaping on top of me. I came up for air after about five minutes Trudy's tongue seemed to have been half way down my throat, not that I was complaining. I looked around for Anne and saw she was either still dancing with the young guy or back dancing with him. Either way he was getting very friendly her low cut outfit was now not covering her breasts and the young guy was spending a lot of attention on them.

Trudy grabbing my cock reminded me of where I was, I was surprised to find nobody was taking any notice of what we were doing even after my trousers were undone and Trudy took my cock in her mouth. Nobody else noticed but I certainley did, Trudy had a fantastic mouth and she knew how to use it. I wasn't going to leave her unsatisfied either I worked myself into a position where I could manage to relieve her of her panties only to find she wasn't wearing any. With a little more carefull manouvering I got myself into the sixty nine position my tongue finally coming in contact with her clitoris. Trudy was already damp her sweet juices coated my face as I worked my tongue on her clitoris then deep into her cunt. We were having a great time the more I worked on Trudy the more she worked on me, she was taking my cock up to the hilt for preference I prefer to slide my cock in to a nice wet cunt but a good mouth is a close runner up. I managed to give Trudy a couple of orgasms with my tongue if I thought she was wet prior to the orgasms she was in flood now, But all good things must come to an end I was unable to hold back and shot my own load of cum into Trudy's throat. We both fell back in a heap, I think we both looked like we had run a marathon. I tidied myself up and went to get a couple of drinks on returning however I found that my place had been taken and Trudy was being fucked by some guy.

I looked around for Anne on the dance floor, not seeing her anywhere I checked out the darker corners. It seemed that the corners were very popular I spotted at least four couples fucking and three others not far from starting. I finally spotted Anne sitting on the young guys lap on the patio outside. The guy was sucking on her nipple while ehe was stroking his hard on, I wandered up and asked how things were going.

"Not as well as you've been going, I saw you in the corner"

I told her she could go into the corner as well, but she said she preffered it more private.

"Well we can always leave the party and go home" I suggested.

Anne spoke to the young guy who nodded agreement, okay but Mark will have to come in our car he caught the bus here. I didn't see that as a problem and five minutes later we were off, me driving and Anne and Mark in the back seat.

It's very hard to drive when your wife is getting fucked in the back seat. Two minutes after leaving the party they were kissing a minute later they were half undressed and by the second set of lights Mark's cock was buried to the hilt in my wife. Thankfully we weren't stopped by the police for the length of the ride I was serenaded by my wifes moans and groans of ecstacy. I think we arrived home at about the same time that Mark came, I put the car into the garage and the two of them got out naked as the day they were born.

We went inside and had a coffee while they recuperated before going into our bedroom. Mark certainley had a high sex drive because his cock was rigid again moments later he was taking Anne doggy style driving his cock into her hard. I got myself into position for Anne to suck on my cock bt she was too engrossed with the big cock driving into her cunt so it wasn't too successfull.

I finally gave up and just watched not that I have anything against watching. Mark could really keep going they fucked for about an hour Anne's juices were really lubricating his shaft it was glistening in the light from the bedside table. When he finally came his cum flooded out of her cunt and dripped onto the sheets at least Mark had the courtesy to grab a couple of tissues to dry it up when they seperated. Anne lay there satisfied before dozing off, I offered Mark the choice of staying over or I would drive him home. He decided to stay and I found out why in the middle of the night when he disturbed me once again fucking Anne, having crept into the bedroom while we were asleep and woke up Anne by playing with her. At least this time it didn't take an hour but a queensize bed isn't really built for three to sleep in.

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Band Stories: Buffalo pt 1

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 The band had a gig in Buffalo.  The Mohawk Lounge was a little place, just like any stinky bar that could be in any town.  It smelled of stale beer and old cigarettes. The beer advertisements printed on mirrors were starting to look old; I didn't think anybody remembered "The Budman". I was tired before the show even started, before I even set up my Timbales.  Like a trooper, or a zombie, I set up trying to get in the mood.  The road is hard for the self-managed unsigned band, and we had many miles to go.  After setting up, I went back stage and twisted up.  I didn't really want to share with anyone, so I kinda made my self scarce, hiding in the dark behind a stack of potato boxes.  The only one to come close to finding me was our conga pl
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ayer.   I'm surprised that the other hounds didn't, they never bring their own.  Juan Carlos was cool, and he usually got the short end of the stick in the band, so I told him where I was.

Juan pulled in more than he should have.  I smoke light green buds, not brown chips.  His coughing fit almost gave us away.

"  Damn, 'dis shit isshot!!" He managed to say in-between convulsions, smoke billowing from every orifice but trying to hold in as much as possible.

" Take it slow", I reminded him, nearly agitated. Juan Carlos was very fidgety and this would definitely cool him out. We talked about our long trip and the shows before. How our lead singer was off key and how he is still getting all the girls.

"Even the ugly ones," added Juan," they need loving, too."

" True that... Just not from me... tonight."  We both laughed.  Juan's belly roll ended up as another fit of phlegm trying to free itself, bringing him to his knees and bringing our guitar player to our secret hiding place.

" Hey guys, I've been looking all over for you, it’s time to play...Yagotanyweedleftover?"  Lucky for him there was a little roach left after my last pull.  As Juan Carlos got up from the floor, we left to get drinks for the stage. We went outside and I rolled a blunt, I had a feeling that tonight wasn’t going to be the usual scared-of-the-black man-night. But that was fine; I was trying not to fuck anybody new.

During the show, I noticed two girls looking at me as if I was steak.  I tried not to look at them at all by checking out the rest of the crowd more than they, but it did not work.  The two dark, curly-haired ladies that were licking their lips, danced to our rhythms, they ordered lots of drinks.

  During the break, I tried not to look at them at all, but as I spied them bending over at the bar, I couldn't help but get more than an eyeful of their bulging bottoms.  These two girls had wondrous Asses and they could have been sisters: short with small breasts, thin waists with round, full Asses and dark curly hair.  The more attention I gave them the more they giggled, the more they giggled, and the more I stared.  Both of them, with cute and adoring eyes, sauntered over to me as I sipped my cranberry juice and ginger ale.

"Hi, " smiled the one wearing skin-tight, black, velvety pants," You guys are great!”  Her eyes twinkled, waiting for my reply.  She leaned up against the bar and rested her drink next to her elbow.  She wore a dark red blouse, tied in the front, with a black tank-top underneath.

"Thank-you, you two are great as well!” I told them my name. “It is very nice to meet you two.”  I answered trying not to give them 'the look' that gets me in trouble, because I can never trust my words to keep me out of it.  They failed me here too. 

"My name is Danielle and this my best friend, Angie." We each shook hands,

"So....  Where are you from?" she asked as her tongue twirled the "Rum and Coke" straw around in her near empty glass.  Danielle was wearing a white frilly blouse with a tight khaki skirt that almost reached mid-thigh, brown stockings and darker brown leather knee-high boots.

"We're from Boston, making an Upstate New York tour. We'll be in Syracuse tomorrow, and then Rochester...And then back home.  It's nice that you came out on a Thursday night, not everybody can do that.”  I tried to keep it rated 'G', but I could tell what was on these two vixens' minds and what was going to happen next.

"Angie and I are both from Buffalo, Ang still lives here, but I'm moving to New York...So, it's kinda like a 'Good-Bye Party'. ”  They turned and looked at each other with longing.  They hugged and started wailing as if they would never see each other again, like they do in bad made-for T.V. movies.  We all laughed and I asked them if I could buy them drinks.

" We always accept drinks from beautiful men.”  I didn't bat an eyelash.  I ordered their drinks, while they pulled up stools.

"So, what are you going to do in the city?"  I said as I turned around with their drinks.  They were both staring at my package.  I caught them off guard, spinning around so fast, I disrupted their profile of the lump in my pants.  All their attention made it grow, and they watched in awe as I got more turned on.  After a couple of seconds, Danielle answered, fighting the hypnotic callings of my stiffing log.

"I.. I.. I will be working for A.B.C. NEWS. I'll be working on their web site," she gathered herself enough to keep talking without staring.  She and I talked shop, I don't really know that much about web design, but I wasn't listening to her as much as I was watching her fight the urge to watch me growing member.

 Angela, on the other hand was not taking her eyes off my slowly moving parts   and had no problem letting me know what she wanted.  As Danielle was talking, I kept looking at her, as she almost wowed out loud at the snake that was creeping down my thigh.  She moved a little closer to me and Danielle took that as her cue.

"...But enough about me....How about the three of us go out to the car and smoke some of this Hydro that I just bought?"

"Sounds good to me...."

"You guys gonna get ready to play?  How about inna coupla minnits?" The owner of the club was probably listening to the conversation and reminded what I was really there for.

"Yeah, I'll go round up everybody", I answered without sounding like he just let the blood out of my cock, but he did.

"After this set we should smoke that. You've got me all night...O.K.?"  I smiled with a wink. My flesh and mouth betrayed my brain, again.

"All night, huh?" They almost said it together," We'll be waiting!"

We parted with a group hug and both girls kissed me on the cheek.  I squeezed them close to my body, trying to make sure Danielle got to sample the same that Angela did.  She rubbed her public playground against my throbber as we released from our three-way embrace. Way too obvious.

During the set, it was hard for me to keep my eyes of the two of them.  They danced together, gyrating their beautiful hips and grinding into each other, all the while staring at me.  It was obvious they had done this before.  Danielle held onto Angela hips as she winded her waist around as if she was calling to me, grinding backwards into Danielle.  If she had a cock it would be as hard as mine was then, and it grew as the set went on. They switched places and made their way around the dance floor so that everyone could see what was going on, but it seemed like I was the only one paying attention.

With Danielle in front, Angela soon sank her mouth into Danielle's neck.  It seemed like Danielle melted in Angela's arms.  Her eyes rolled back into her head, she opened her mouth, and reached over her head to lock Angela into her neck. Angela held onto her waist, keeping time to the music and sucking on her neck. 

The set seemed to last forever, and just watching them was torture.  I wanted to be down there with them, in-between them, so much that I was adding accents to their dance rather than the music.  I was getting into it and really playing hard.  I was getting so excited that I broke a stick!  That was when the band started to notice what I was really grooving to.  They all started watching the two girls get into each other and that seemed to make them even hotter.  It seemed to get the crowd excited too as other couples started to get more provocative.  It seemed like the whole club was getting horny because of these two.

As tempos changed, the girls didn't.  They kept latched together, rebuffing all advances from the single guys they enticed, never taking their eyes off me.

After forty-five minutes of absolute torture, the set was finally over and I was sweating, hot and horny.  The lead singer took it upon himself to immediately hop down off the stage and rap to the girls. The whole time he was trying to rap to them, they were intent on watching my pack up my timbales and cymbals, waiting patiently for me to finish as the rest of the band started to swarm them.  The girls finally had to pay attention as their personal space was becoming scarce. 

I packed up quickly as the rest of the guys drooled after Angie and Danielle. I was trying to get out of it, but my cock and silent rivalry between men kept me from keeping my pretend vow of celibacy.  When I finished, which usually took me the longest out of the band, they realized the work they had ahead and the beer that was getting away as the bar was thinking about shutting down. They get scarce when the attention turned only to me and the questions answered were mine alone.

“ Let’s go smoke that blunt,” without a single word they followed behind, as if they were totally ready to pounce. Behind the bar the air was still humid. Leaning up against the wall, I lit the blunt and pulled one large satisfactory draw, like a sigh, and then quickly passing to Angie. She fought with it. Her lungs wrestled with the harsh smoke and their victory was questionable. Her light fit brought her closer to me, holding out her hand for stability. She pulled herself to my body and I held her up. Head and arm found their way onto my shoulder, left hand passed to Danielle. Danielle smoked like a pro. She came closer giggling about Angie’s weakness, inhaling and exhaling as she walked toward her convulsing friend and to my awaiting mouth. With her last draw, she blew the smoke into my mouth as she reached our huddle. When Angie came to, Danielle was upon her and the two started to work their magic on me.

The blunt made it way back into my mouth, and the billows of smoke swirled around my body. Their act was impeccable, I couldn’t tell who was who. They massaged my body with hands and mouths, my shirt was unbuttoned and tossed aside, nipples were licked and bitten, skin was sucked and tasted. I kept smoking, letting the ride last as long as it could, until somebody found us…somebody usually did. 

I couldn’t tell who was kissing me, the euphoric actions of the ladies and the blunt worked their magic in tandem. One of them grabbed my face and pulled me into her mouth. She sucked on my tongue like it was a cock, twirling it around her mouth, bobbing her head, then pulling back and washing my chest with cat-like abilities. I lost rack of the other one until I felt the tugging at my zipper. I refused to stop her, look down or change speed. The kiss became longer as the woman beneath her fought to pull out her prize. She gave up and pulled down my pants to my ankles. I felt my cock smack her in the face.

“Got it!”, she called. Danielle backed away from my face so I could see Angela go to work. She worked her magic, she did not start slow. Immediately, she downed as much as her throat could hold. One hand at the base and the other holding my in place, her head moved rapid fire on my head. I watched her barely get passed my circumcision scar, but the amount of spit made up for lost depth as she worked it in. Her head and hand moved at the same speed and pace, fingers at her lips. Resting on a milk crate, she never came up for air.

Danielle opened her blouse to show her nipples, an almost totally flat chest with dark, sexy, protruding nipples, yearning to be pulled and bitten. She came in close and took control of the blunt as I tried to bend and suck her nubile nipples but that pulled me away from Angie’s easy access and high-speed suction. I spun her around and grabbed her little tits from behind. She gyrated her plump ass on my thigh as she smoked.

Getting my fill of Danielle’s perfect nips, Angie slowed to a reasonable rate of speed, almost as if she needed to scratch an itch before she got serious. She then worked two hands into her blow job, working them like wringing out wet clothes. My moans were low and long, Danielle blew smoke into my face. I reached under her skirt and touched pussy, she kept smoking. I plunged two fingers into her wet flower-lipped pussy, over her clit, making her sigh. I worked rapid fire like Angie, until Danielle pulled away from me and handed back the blunt. Angie smacked her own face with my cock while watching her partner; she needed to breathe…so did I.

Danielle lifted up her skirt, exposing a perfect set of globes framed by suspender stockings, she bent over totally and spread her asscheeks apart, exposing all. My fingers went right back into place, this time with greater ease. Plunging into her repeatedly, I added another finger. Angie stared at my work and continued hers, much more excitedly, if that were possible. Danielle held onto her ankles as my hand fucked her from behind.

“More…More!” she cried. I fucked her harder.

“More!! More!” she repeated. I added a finger. Her pussy was tight enough, but now it was squeezing my three. She was gonna blow. Angie stopped.

“Put one in her ass, she loves that!” cooed Angie. Danielle backed up toward me ass pointing to the wall. She begged for more, I gave it to her. I eased three fingers in her pussy and my thumb in her ass. She started bucking on my hand, so I jammed them in faster. Angela’s mouth left my cock and went to Danielle’s, She left a hand working on my and moved one to Danielle’s exposed nipples. Her moans were incredible. She panted and wooted euphorically. Her climax rose higher, as did her volume. Her pussy dripped freely, spilling onto the ground.

Angela could take no more. She stood up, pulled a condom out of nowhere and rolled it down on my throbbing, dripping dipstick. Without a word from me, she turned around with her back to me, pulled down her Velvety-black pants and exposed her beautifully sculpted Ass. Her bulbous cheeks hid her thong, nestled deep between her great globes. She too, backed her ass up and grabbed her own ankles with one hand and guided me passed her thong with the other. She pushed me up against the wall again with rapid fire, smacking back on me with deft stripper-style moves, tight and shallow pussy squeezing the stamina out of me with each smack. To keep from cumming, I focused on Danielle’s building orgasm.

“More, more, I’m gonna cum!” I pulled my fingers from her pussy and added them to her ass. She braced herself as I rammed two into her ass. I jammed faster and put the only half-smoked blunt in my mouth to free up another hand for action applied straight to her clit. Almost immediately her pussy erupted.

"Aaariiahhnn!” she screamed. The tips of my fingers went deep and pushed down toward her pussy walls, probing her asshole and deep into her bowels.

She came harder, pushing the liquid from her sacred spot squirting a spray of love juice onto me, and the wall. She had to put her hand onto the ground for stability as the waves of her climax built and subsided. Almost falling over she found Angela’s milk crate and rested.

There was no rest for Angela, as she smacked away happily, chipping away at my resistance. Even though wearing a condom I felt I was not the only one ready to come. Her thrusts became quicker and her little squeaks became higher pitched, her juicy ass bounced as my cock hit her cervix with each of her thrusts. Each pull was a deep one, the blunt got shorter, faster as we neared the end. Danielle woke up and approached Angela. She grabbed her hips and started slamming her onto me the full length of my cock. It was almost unbearable. Her squeaks became louder and more intense. Something was tickling my balls.

Angela let out a wail as Danielle shoved her hips into my body and then pulled her one last time all the way off my pole. Angela’s pussy dribbled and leaked down into her pants bunched at her ankles and onto my shoes. The flow of her come never seemed to stop as my sheathed cock bobbed up and bounced off my belly. They switched places, it was Danielle’s turn at blowing me. She ripped of the condom and got to work.

Angie pulled up her pants and squatted down with Danielle, as Danielle sucked away. She moaned and groaned as she bought me toward the end. My hands sought out her scalp and with both hands, I started pumping her face, preparing to cum down her throat. She could only use one hand; the other gripped my ass, pulling me deeper into her face. Just before I started my climax, she stopped, and gave the job back to Angela. They switched back and forth until they both sucked each side, like they were playing one harmonica, blowing away at the most sensual tune. Taking turns at the head and the balls, sliding up and down bringing the end closer to their palates. The tension came to a head and I had to release.

“Here I cum!” and let out a grunt for each plop that landed on a face or in a mouth. My little birds caught every drop that jumped from my cock and savored it all as well. Danielle got back on the head pulling what was left out into her mouth, letting it dribble down the sides of her lips. Angela licked spunk off her partners face, holding onto my balls, patiently waiting her turn to get back on the cock. The “Stop-it’s-too-much-after-orgasm” feeling was making me squirm and moan, but they wouldn’t let up. Angela swallowed and got her turn again. She kept me from going soft, the girls giggled as they kept blowing me. Danielle played with and tasted cum on her face as Angela brought me to a second surprise and speedy ejaculation. This time Angie caught all of it. She didn’t stop to watch it fly on her face, she powered thru it and I came as she sucked furiously on the head, slurping and gulping down my second load.

“Where are you sleeping tonight?” The girls stood up and were now preening each other like cats, licking sperm off each other’s faces. My cock would not stop. It stayed hard as I tried to get it back in my pants.

“We are Staying at some guys house around here. I can’t remember his name, but he lives near.” Maybe we could keep this ménage ET trios going.

“Well, I just wanted to test you out before Danielle tries to hog you for herself. I’ll see you later I’m sure. Nice fucking you.” Angie Shook my dick like it was a hand before she walked to Danielle a good-bye kiss.

“I’ll talk to you in the morning. I love you.”

“I love you too.” They hugged and deep kissed, tongues swirling around in a collective mouth and then release. Danielle didn’t want to watch her walk away down the alley. She grabbed my hand and brought my inside.

“I’m gonna wash my face see you in a minute?”

“I’ll be waiting” I was hooked. I watched as her ass twitched its way to the Women’s room. Her performance was enough to make me forget that I was trying to be celibate and never want to go back. I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I knew it would be just as hot, if not hotter than what happened 5 minutes ago. She returned with re applied lipstick and a cumless smile. Her make-up less face glowed an olive beauty, lipstick matching her dark, sultry mood. She came over and gave me a hug and whispered into my ear.

“ I can still taste you, it’s keeping me horny.”

 
 To Be Continued....

OH Stewardess!

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There she was. She was walking out of a restaurant a few blocks away from the air port. She was wearing her blue uniform.

Tom had been waiting so long that everyone was starting to look the same. He was only able to recognize her because of her stewardess’ hat. Elana looked a little tired, but she seemed to get a little bounce in her step as she got closer to him.

“Hey, baby. How are you doing?” he asked.

“Fine,” she replied. She held her arms in the air and started turning as if she was modeling. “I got my uniform.”

This was Tom’s first time seeing he

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r in it. She looked nice, but Elana looked a lot better in street clothes. He complimented her anyway, gave her a kiss, and held the car door open for her. She got in and they went home.

It was hot in the house. They didn’t want to turn the air conditioner on because it was too expensive. They were having money trouble and the only way to make ends meet was for Elana to go back to her old job as a stewardess. It had been six years since she’d worked on a plane, but after Tom was laid off, she had no choice but to do it.

They walked hand-in-hand onto the balcony outside of their bedroom. As soon as they were outside, Tom said, “I’m not sure I like it, ya know? You going away to be a stewardess.”

“Why not?”

“Because you’ll be gone all the time.”

“Well, I’ll make more money and I’ll get to travel—”

Tom opened her shirt and said, “But these will be gone.”

Her bare chest was exposed. Elana never wore a bra because her tits were small and firm. There was no need to.

She said, “You’ll get to see them. They’re not going to be gone all the time.”

“They’re so tiny.”

“You like ‘em tiny?”

“Yeah, I do,” said Tom. He unfastened the bottom buttons of her blouse so he could open it all the way.

There was something about a woman with small breasts that Tom found irresistible. He didn’t care too much for women with large breasts. Over time, their breasts would start to sag more and they tended to sweat more in that area during sex. Just big enough to fill his mouth was the perfect size for Tom.

He cupped Elana’s tits and started squeezing them. They were soft, and because of the slight wind blowing on the balcony, her nipples were hard.

Tom’s hands felt good sliding over them. When he lowered his head and started kissing and sucking them, Elana started feeling tingly in her crotch.

Again, because of the wind, Tom could smell her pussy juices in the air. Now he was feeling tingles in his loins. His cock was getting hard. He wanted to nail her right there on the balcony.

He started sucking her nipples harder, said, “These are my favorites.”

“I’ll make sure they come back to see you.”

Jokingly, Tom said, “When you start traveling, they’re gonna grow from all the altitude.” They chuckled.

Tom latched his lips around her nipples and continued sucking them hard, sometimes biting around the nipples, which was something that drove Elana crazy with lust.

Tom was right. Who knew when they’d see each other again? They’d both have to go long periods without sex. Elana normally wouldn’t have sex on the balcony, but this time was different. She wanted it to be something they’d both remember.

A low moan came from her mouth. Her head fell back and started rolling around as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of warm breath, soft lips, and a gentle breeze on her sensitive nipples.

He was rubbing the side of her belly and flirting with her. She was moaning and slowly wiggling out of her blouse so not to disturb him. He made her feel so good, so horny.

When she was topless, Tom stood and pulled out his cock. It was already hard and throbbing. He started rubbing it on her tits. Up, down, and around, it went. It especially felt good when it made contact with her nipples. There was a lot of heat coming off that beefy cock.

She watched him sliding it all over her chest. The head seemed to grow every time it neared her face. She wasn’t sure if it was just her imagination or because she wanted it so bad.

Either way, she lost the will to resist when she saw pre-cum seeping from the tip. She needed dick in her mouth.

She leaned forward with her mouth wide open. It slid inside. She locked her lips around the fat shaft and pulled back with suction so hard that it made a loud smacking sound when her lips separated.

She took him between her lips again. She stayed down for a few minutes longer until she stopped to take her blouse off. Likewise, Tom removed his shirt and lowered his jeans a little.

Elana loved sucking cock. Aside from getting her tits sucked, it was her favorite form of foreplay. Tom considered himself a lucky man. Most men had to go through hell to turn a woman on. All he had to do was stick his dick in her mouth. Elana was seriously riled up by the time she finished.

Tom helped her to her feet, then helped her out of her skirt and laced panties, and then took the rest of his clothes off. They were totally naked now. Elana lie down on the cot and spread her legs eagerly anticipating what he was about to do next.

“Oh, god!” she screamed when she felt his tongue sliding up her wet cunt. “Oh, it feels so good. Yeah! Fuck me with your tongue. Oh, yeah. Oh, god, yeah, fuck me with your tongue.”

Tom was licking, slurping, and jabbing his tongue in her pussy like it was a cock. As he pulled it out, he would curve it upward enough to hit her clit. Then he started spitting in it and sucking the saliva out.

Elana was going nuts. She was pulling her own hair and clawing at her tits.

“Ohhhhh!”

He spread her pussy and gazed deep inside, drawing lust from its pink folds and ridges. There was just a small patch of hair above the clit. Her pussy was meaty and soaked.

He slid the first two fingers on both hands in her cunt, spread it open and spit in it. He started working his fingers inside her, massaging the inner walls.

“Oh, god! Oh, god!” she kept repeating as fire ripped through her sweet hole. She was getting close to climaxing.

He buried his face back in her pussy and started sucking the clit with his tongue flickering in every direction.

“That’s it! That’s it! Oh, god that’s it!” she screamed. “That feels so good! Yeah, fuck me with your tongue!”

Her legs were trembling. She’d lost all control of herself. She was screaming at the top of her lungs as a wave of intense orgasms ripped through her one after the other and left her lying there speechless for the first time since they’d been together.

He stood, tossed one of her curvy legs to the side, and slid his cock in her. Her pussy was so saturated from pussy juice and saliva that it fell right in without much friction.

“Oh, yes!” screamed Elana. “That’s it; just like that!”

There was no love-making this time. Tom was beating her pussy to a pulp. The cot was shaking like mad. Every part of Elana’s body was jiggling as he pounded her and she couldn’t stop screaming to save her life. This was the best fucking she’d had in a long time.

Tom grabbed her upper body and fell backward as he pulled her up. It left him lying on his back with her on top, just where he wanted her.

The only thing he didn’t like was that she was facing him. He wanted to see ass, so after a few minutes of her bouncing and grinding her juice box on his shaft, he motioned for her to turn around and ride him reverse cowgirl style.

At this point, Elana wasn’t the only person moaning. The tingles in Tom’s body had grown ten fold. He’d been on the brink of an orgasm the whole time, but now it was getting to the point that he couldn’t hold out much longer.

He had an ass cheek in each hand. He was guiding her body. She’d leaned forward, which gave him a much better view.

“Ohhh, my god! Oh my god! Are you gonna cum in my mouth? Cum in my fucking mouth,” screamed Elana.

That was all he needed to hear to take him over the edge. “Oh, yeah, here it comes right now,” Tom grunted.

Elana sprang to her feet and spun around. The first thing she saw was her husband stroking his cock with his face twisted in passion.

He stood and she was dropping to her knees. Her mouth was wide and ready.

“OOHHH, FUCK!” Tom yelled. Sticky spoo burst out and landed directly in her mouth. More came out and landed on her lips and dripped to her chest.

Tom kept stroking and moaning with every cum shot until he was stroking an empty dick. Elana’s mouth was full of cum so she let a little spill onto his cock head and then sucked him gently.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned.

As she was licking the last few drops of cum off his cock and her hands, they heard a loud sound coming from the sky. They didn’t need to look up to know what it was.

They were having sex outdoors because she was going to leave for days at a time on an airplane. How fitting that their adventurous romp would end just as one flew over head.

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Older Man

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I had always wondered what young women saw in dating older men, and like most people I figured it was for money.  This weekend I learned an important lesson, that being that older men really know how to satisfy a woman.

 

I’m 28, a computer professional, and not a virgin, but my sexual experience is limited to a guy I dated in college, and my ex-husband.  Both of which were okay, but the only way I could get to orgasm was to do it myself after they finished, and had r

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olled over to sleep.  I’d had friends tell me that it would get better with experience, but my husband and I divorced a less than a year after we were married, and I didn’t really have a chance for it to get better.

 

Recently I took a promotion, which made me a project manager, but I had to move to another building away from my old boss.  Cliff was a great guy, but a bit on the pudgy side and about 2 years older than my father.  We shared an office and became great friends for the two years I worked for him.  I had the utmost respect for him, as he is a family man, and somewhat of a pillar of the community.  Nevertheless I used to tease him by wearing low cut tops, often going braless.  Cliff warned me one time that I really needed to stop doing that, because while he wouldn’t really do anything, he certainly would look.  In one of our many conversations that often went from wild stories to morality, he told me point blank that he did not consider what two consenting adults did as immoral, which included sex outside of marriage.  I took that as a hint that he might fool around if properly tempted.

 

This last week was the four-month anniversary of my divorce, and quite frankly I was getting a bit on the horny side.  I’ve never had a one-night stand with a stranger, and I certainly don’t plan on starting now, so I thought of Cliff.  So I called him and set up a lunch date with him.  Before I left the office for lunch, I went to the ladies room and took my bra off, and made sure that adequate cleavage was showing.  I wanted to have Cliff’s attention focused on my two girls, to see if he was still the old horny goat I thought he was.

 

At the restaurant, Cliff helped me with my coat and when I sat across the table from him, he laughed and said I hadn’t changed.  We ate lunch and he was truly concerned how I was doing after my divorce, plus the usual shop chit-chat.  Knowing that Cliff really is a gentleman, I didn’t want to shock him too much, but I told him I was having a problem with some shelving in my house.  Since he is real handy with such things, I asked if he’d mind coming over one afternoon or evening to see if he could help me with it.  His wife was out of town visiting their son’s family over the weekend, and he agreed to come over on Saturday to fix things for me.

 

 I decided that I had to be bold to get Cliff to ring my bell, because he has a daughter that is 2 years older than me, and while he often made jokes and talked about sex, he was a gentleman and I’d have to make the first move.  Cliff showed up at the agreed time, and fixed my shelf after about 25 minutes.  He asked if there was anything else he could do for me since he had the rest of the day and evening free.  I took this as my opening, and told him point blank what I needed fixed.  He sort of laughed, and said “look I’m older than your dad”, that’s when I told him I didn’t care, and that I wanted him to make love to me.  I also reminded him of our conversation where he’d told me that anything two consenting adults did as okay, and that he’d didn’t consider that immoral.  He pointed out that he was married, and that under no circumstances would he leave his wife for me, and that if we did what I asked, that there would be no strings and it would just be for the physical fun of it.  I agreed, took him by the hand and lead him to my bedroom.

 

Once there, I unbuttoned my shirt and let it drop.  I had a thin lacy bra on and as I reached to unhook it, Cliff reached behind me and in a swift motion, my bra and my breasts came free.  Obviously he had a bit of experience in removing a woman’s bra.  I reached to unzip my jeans, but he stopped me and asked to let him do it.  Slowly he unzipped me, and took my jeans off.  Stepping out of them I lay back on the bed, and he came beside me.  I helped him out of his clothes, and then he took command.  As I lay on my back, he started kissing my ears and neck, slowly working his way down my shoulders to my breasts.  He was not in a hurry, and I looked at my clock, and couldn’t believe that 20 minutes had passed and I still had my panties on.  By now my ex-husband would have been sound asleep, and I’d be working myself to orgasm.

 

He continued to kiss, lick and nibble on every part of my exposed body.  My nipples were rock hard and I was breathing in shallow gasps.  He had me more turned on than any man had ever done before, and he really hadn’t touched me sexually yet.  His busy mouth kept working its way down my body, and when he came to the top of my panties, he bypassed them and went to my knees.  There he began kissing and licking my legs and thighs.  I moaned and spread the wider for him, but when he got to my inner thighs, I could feel his breath against the thin damp material of the crotch of my panties.  He swirled his tongue over my pussy and gently grasped my pussy lips with his teeth through the cloth.  I gasp as I started to feel a tingling in my stomach that no man had ever given me before.  Slowly I felt him pull my panties down and off of my legs.  I looked at the clock again, and an hour had elapsed.

 

My breath was coming in short gasps, and then as he spread my pussy lips apart, he took his tongue and curled it around my clit and pulled.  My guts suddenly went into spasms, my pussy clinched and I came harder than I ever had in my life.  I cried out and tried to push him away because the sensations were just too much for me to stand.  He stopped, took me in his arms and began to caress and whisper gently to me.  After a bit I calmed down, and he began his journey of exploring my body again.  I wanted him inside of me, I wanted him to cum in me so I could make him as happy as he had made me, but he wasn’t close to being done.  As soon he reached the top of my slit, he pulled my pussy lips wide apart, exposing my inner lips to the air.  Gently he blew a warm breath across my pussy, and I gasp and cried out as that talented tongue found my opening and dipped inside of me.  My ex considered such things dirty, so I’d never had this done to me before.

 

I exploded in orgasm again as he licked and kissed my inner folds.  His finger exploring inside of me, stroking a sensitive area I never new existed.  As I came this time, he didn’t take me in his arms.  Instead he moved between my thighs and I could feel the rubbery head of his dick sliding up and down my wet gash.  I felt it at my entrance and ever so easily he slid in to his full depth.  He wasn’t real big, but since it had been a while since I’d had sex, I felt as if I was completely stuffed.  I cried out as our pelvic bones met with his full length inside of me.  He just lay there, holding me tight, and gently stroking my hair and ears, grinding his pubic bone into my clit.  After a few minutes, I came again; thrashing and crying out in pleasure.  As I came, he pulled out and rammed into me with all his strength and my body shook as my orgasm came in waves.  Again and again he rammed into me; pulling his cock completely out with each stroke.  I cried and begged him to cum inside of me; I was ready and wanted all of him. 

 

Then he stopped, and pulled out of my quivering pussy.  I wanted to cry because I felt so empty inside.  Then he rolled me over on my stomach, and raised my butt high in the air.  I felt him exploring me from behind, and it was such an odd feeling.  I had never had sex except with the man on top, so this was something new, but for Cliff I was ready to try anything. I’d read about doggy style, and how it was supposed to be enjoyable for both the man and the woman, but I could never get my ex to try it.  I will say that I felt more exposed and helpless as I ever had, as he explored every inch of my pussy with his fingers and tongue.  He pulled my pussy lips wide, almost to the point it hurt, and rubbed his swollen member up and down my gash.  Then in one swift motion buried his full length inside of me; I screamed with pleasure, my pillow muffling the sounds I was making as he rammed into me again and again.  My body was on fire as he grabbed my ass and spread me wide open, then he rammed into me with his deepest thrust yet. As he was buried deep inside of me, he let out a deep moan and I knew he was filling me with his seed.  Hanging on to my hips, not letting me move away I could feel his cock twitching inside of me, which put me over the top again.

 

As he pulled out of me and I could feel our mixture of juices gush out and start running down my inner thighs.  We collapsed in each others arms, him whispering to me and stroking my hair.  I looked at the clock, and 2 hours had elapsed.  I fell asleep, totally satisfied for the first time in my life. 

 

I woke up sometime later, and Cliff was still holding me, snoring gently and stroking my hair in his sleep.  I tried to get up without waking him, but wasn’t successful.  We got up, and showered together, ate a couple of sandwiches, and then led me back to bed and he gave me the best massage I had ever had.  This time I went to sleep and didn’t wake up until well after midnight.  I looked around, but Cliff was gone.  I found a note from him on the dining room table.  In his note, he thanked me for letting him live a dream of having sex with a young woman again, and he hoped he had not disappointed me.  I started crying when I read his note, knowing that I would probably never have sex with him again.  So I went back to bed and cried myself to sleep.

 

You younger ladies out there, never give up a chance to bed an older man.  The young guys may be stallions, but the gentle touch, experience, and caring of a man twice your age is unbelievable.  I wouldn’t marry a man that is twice my age, and I don’t suggest others do it.  I want to find my own guy that is my age, grow old together, and develop a wonderful sex life of our own.  I just hope and pray that he will be half as good as Cliff was to me that night.

Elevator

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Tom Aaron jumped out of the cab in front of County General Hospital, getting soaked to the skin as a summer thunder storm swept across Cobb County. After shaking off as much water as he could, Tom looked to find the correct bank of elevators that would take him to Dr. Golden's office on the tenth floor. Seeing one of the elevator doors beginning to shut, Tom broke into a sprint and stuck his arm into the closing doors, making them bounce back open allowing him entry. When he finally settled into the front corner of the elevator in front of the floor selection panel, he noticed a pretty young woman of about twenty two or three leaning up against the wall in the back of the lift. He nodded a cursory hello and turned back to wait for his stop on ten. Just as the elevator passed
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floor number six, there was a hard bump and all the lights went out. The elevator was not moving and they were standing in pitch darkness. Before either of them could say anything an emergency light in the back corner popped on filling the elevator with a soft eerie yellowish light. Tom turned to the rain coat clad girl and said, "It might be a power outage from the storm, we may be here for a little while." The girl now looking very forlorn said, "I've got an appointment with my baby doctor in five minutes, I hope I'm not late!"

After fifteen minutes and still no power, Tom sat down on the floor to rest, and the young woman who introduced herself as Sandra, still stood in the corner not moving an inch. As the two made small talk, Tom got the distinct impression that Sandra was very uncomfortable. He could exactly put his finger on it, but she kept her arms folded in front of her and she fidgeted from one leg to the other. Finally Tom asked her if she had a problem. Shaking her head yes, Sandra slowly removed her coat and revealed a truly massive chest on such a slim body! Tom knew he was staring but couldn't help himself, because just watching Sandra breath was a treat in itself! Sandra then said, "I had a baby about six weeks ago, and I've always been large busted, but since I got pregnant they have just grown and grown, so now I have to wear a 40DD bra!" "I nurse my baby at least six times a day, but I produce way more milk than she can drink, so I use a breast pump at least twice a day to relieve the pressure, but unfortunately my pump broke down and I was going to pick up another one at my doctor's office, but now we're stuck in here and my breasts are really sore do to the extra milk buildup." Tom could believe his own ears! Here was a pretty young woman talking about her over sized breasts to him as if they were talking about the weather! Not knowing what to say, Tom just nodded and said he hope that they would be out soon and then she could see her doctor. Another half hour went by and still no movement. Sandra was now growing more desperate! She had been whimpering for a good ten minutes and now was starting to cry. Now holding her huge tits, one in each hand, she tried to relieve some of the strain that their sheer bulk was causing, and Tom, trying to act the gentleman, asked if there was anything he could do to help. Still massaging her chest, Sandra looked at him and said, "When my baby sucks on them to get milk I can feel the tightness go away, if you could maybe suck them for me, well just maybe the swelling would go down a little." Dumbfounded at what he was hearing, all he could do was shake his head "yes". Sandra quickly unbuttoned her loose fitting top and dropped it to the floor, while right in front of his face was an industrial strength bra that was doing it's best to hold back a tidal wave of tit flesh! Sandra unhooked her bra and let it slip of her slim shoulders allowing her huge tits tipped with large nipples that were almost a deep shade of purple to spill out onto her lap!!! The nips were long and firm, the result of nursing a baby six times a day, and as Sandra sat down next to Tom, her breasts swayed obscenely back and forth just inches from his face. Now sitting down and leaning against he elevator wall, Sandra had Tom lay on his back with his head in her lap, and as she guided a hard nipple into his mouth she sighed, "Come on baby, let Momma feed her big boy!" Tom started sucking on the huge nipple and soon his mouth was full of a thin but sweet milk! The more he sucked the more he wanted! After about fifteen minutes Sandra removed the nipple only to replace it with it's heavy twin, and by now Tom's pecker was hard as a flag pole! His head being held and caressed by this beautiful young girl who was cooing soft and low as he sucked the milk from her big chest, began rubbing the front of Tom's pants. When she found his hardon Tom heard a moan coming from her lips. "Baby's a naughty little boy," she said, as she rubbed up and down the shaft of his thick pecker, it's time for Momma to suck baby!!" Sandra then unzipped Tom's pants, slipped her small hand into his open fly, and pulled out his engorged organ! He had never felt such a delicate touch as the one this huge titted pussy was now doing to his straining cock! Because of the massiveness of her chest, Sandra was able to lean over and take his prick into her mouth and not even pull the nipple from his lips! As delicate as were her fingers, her mouth was another story! She became a bitch in heat as she deep throated his entire shaft as both of them groaned while they sucked each other, he on her huge nipple, and she on his eight inches of blue steel!

The mutual suckfest went on for about five minutes when Tom's balls tightened up and his cock shot a load of hot jism into Sandra's hungry mouth, while at the same time Sandra was having her own orgasm simply from the intense suckling that Tom had been giving her engorged boobs! Sandra sighed as her climax faded from her pussy, "The baby gives me orgasms all the time when I nurse her, ever since I go pregnant I can get off on my tits all by themselves!" Just then the lights came on and the elevator started to move! Both Tom and Sandra leaped to their feet and struggled to get their clothes on! Sandra didn't even have time to put on her bra! At floor number ten there were people waiting to get on the elevator, and as Tom stepped out he gave Sandra a goodby wink as the elevator quickly filled up. Sitting in the waiting room Tom looked out the window as the sun came through the clouds while a guy sitting next to him said, "Some storm, huh?!?" Tom looked at him an replied, "Yeh, some storm!!!"

How did this happen to me?

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"How Did This Happen To Me?"

***I was sitting on my bed when my boyfriend had called to tell me good night.

"Hey babe." He had said. "I just wanted to tell you before you went to sleep, that i love you and i want you to really think about the party tomorrow, it would be fun and cameron wont mess with you i promise."

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"Okay, but if you leave me alone for one second this will be the last."

"Okay" He had said, and we hung up.

My ex boyfriend cameron was out to get me he told me if he ever catched me alone he would fuck me up, so i was scared. Everyone from my high school was going to be there, (at the party) and it was the party of the year, the one everyone looked forward to.

***Me and my boyfriend sat in his car talking about how he needed to talk to Troy, about keeping an eye on Cameron for me. He was being such a good boyfriend!

John and i walked inside the party as he say Troy right away. Cameron was no where in sight and i felt like i made a good choice on coming to the party.

I looked at john and told him i would be right back, i need to use the bathroom.

"Okay baby. Be safe, I love u."

"I love you too!"

I made my way to the bathroom and closed the door behind me forgetting to lock it.

I leaned over the sink and splashed water on my face. As i lifted it up cameron was standing behind me!

I ran for the door but he got there before i did.

"You fucken open your mouth and ill cut your through!" He said as he face looked angry.

I crawled in the bathtube and curled into a ball crying, not know what was going to happen next.

He climbed in with me and began kissing my neck and my grabing my boobs. I did not do nothing but cry softly hoping he would stop soon. He then pulled up my skirt and began fingering me really fast and repeating the words, "You like that baby you like that?" Then he pulled his paints down and pulled my thong off, and stripped me down naked all the way, and stuck his cock inside my pussy, he forced it into me and began pushing in and out of me, fast and he pounded as his speed began to pick up. I was so nervus it hurt, it felt like i had never had sex before, and it was my first, i scream in pain once, but not again because he hit me really hard. So hard my lip began to bleed.

"Im going to nut im going to nut." he said and he nutted inside of me.  "Baby i did it, i did it inside of you!"

He grabed a towel and wipped of some of the cum that remained on his dick, and threw the towel at me. He pulled his boxers and paints up and looked at me.

"You say anyhting about this i will kill you!"

Five minutes later John and troy found me and the cops were called and i then took cameron to jail, for rapping me.

Today, Cameron is in jail, for what he did to me! That could have been any other girl, it could have been you, it could have been your sister or daughter!!! Think about it! I know this, and ill tell you i will never forget that night, ill never forget the look on johns face when he saw me naked in the bathtube with blood between my legs.

PIzza & Beer

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It was about 9 when he came to pick me up. More than fashionably late, but well worth the wait. The rumble of the 455 in his 75 firebird sends waves of excitement through my body. We tore out of the suburban nightmare like a bat out of hell. I had to stop for a cigarette. After 5 months of not smoking, I savored those first drags; a reunion with a long lost friend. He grabbed a six pack of bud ice and headed over to the hole in the wall pizzaria next door for a large pepperoni with extra cheese. As we sped down the highway, I hung my head out the window like man's best friend, feeling the force of the wind on my face. The pizza was warming my lap, which was a good thing. This time of year the temperature drops quick after the sun goes down.

I had no idea where he was going, and I

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didn't care.. I was just happy to be along for the ride. When we crossed the bridge that crosses the lake, I was ecstatic. I love the lake at night.. so calm, so secluded. We parked in a lot near a boat ramp and took our supplies down to the shore. He was scarfing down pizza as if it would be his last supper. It was cold, too cold to strip down on the lakeshore. We drank and laughed underneath the starry sky until the fog came in so thick we could no longer see the water. The chilly breeze had us shivering all the way back to the car. We stripped down and I sat on his lap in the passenger seat while we downed a couple more beers. He licked the opening of last bottle of bud, in an attempt to enjoy every last drop.

He cupped my tits in his rough hands and lapped at my neck like a dog, nibbling and kissing his way down. I rubbed his shoulders and neck, loosening up the workday tension. I scooted into the drivers seat and quickly took hold of his stiff cock. I massaged his balls with my hand as I licked up and down the shaft, and around the head, finally taking him deep into my mouth. My greatest pleasure, worshipping his hard dick with my tongue, had my pussy burning with desire and wetting the driver's throne. He grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head to help with rhythm.. shoving himself deeper into my throat. Just when I thought he'd have me gasping for air, he pulled me up and yanked my body back onto his lap.

With his cock fully engorged, I let out a pleasured moan as it slowly entered my sopping wet pussy. Working my hips around, his thick cock hit every spot I needed it to touch. He rubbed my clit without mercy and rolled the nipple of my right tit between his fingers until he had me begging for release. The windows were so steamed up, I couldn't see out. He  rolled us over until I was on my back and the middle console was underneath my lower back, keeping my hips lifted up. I put my legs over his shoulders and he pounded away as I begged him for more, harder faster strokes. I could feel the pleasure building until the shocking waves of orgasm sent my fingernails in a bloody trail from his shoulders down his arms. As I revelled in my release, his gutteral moans gave me the tell-tale sign that his cock was ready to shoot hot sticky orgasm. I lifted my head to bring my mouth closer to him.. he suddenly yanked his cock out of my pussy and shoved it deep down my throat and let his salty load explode inside of me.

We smoked a cigarette in a heaping pile of spent lust. Once we recovered, we moved to the back seat. I snuggled in on top of him with a plush quilt and listened to his heartbeat until I fell asleep.

The Screen

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===THE SCREEN===

She studied the screen, biting her lip softly. She felt the flutter in her breast as she saw the words appear on her screen as it refreshed, a new message from HIM. It must be from him. She couldn`t bear it if another day went by without hearing from him, without reading the sweet words that dripped like honey from her screen.

It had only been six days since he had left, and already it seemed an eternity. He had left in the dark, in the middle of the night, leaving just a kiss and a note to remind her of his presence. And his smell, that permeated through her bedroom and quickened her senses when she drank it in.

That night, before he left, they had shared a bottle of red wine sitting on the balcony. She was wearing a silky top with her jeans, showin

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g off her curvey figure. She was proud of her figure - she worked out enough to stay in shape, but she wasn`t obsessive about it. Hell, she wouldn`t qualify as a super model, but who wanted to be that thin? He was running his finger down her shin while they talked, the contact causing a current to run up her body.

He was wearing a singlet and shorts. The singlet hugged his chest, with dark hairs sprouting from the top. When he raised his arms she could see the trail of hair running down his stomach, the rainbow heading towards the gold. The bulge gently showing in his shorts was tantalising, and she could feel herslef getting hotter as the wine worked it`s way through her system.

When he reached for her hand and kissed her fingers she had to clench her thighs together to retrain herself. She could feel her erect nipples pressing against her top, and the sensation of the silk rubbing on her breasts as she breathed was intense. She took another drink, and leaned back in her chair with her eyes closed, drinking in the warm spring air as the moon dragged itself across the sky. She heard his chair move, and started when his other hand slowly ran up her thigh, and rested momentarily on her exposed stomach, under her top. She got goosebumps and shuddered involuntarily, opening her eyes to see him staring intensely at her.

With only the sound of the jazz on the stereo in the air, she ran her hand up his arm, across his bicep to his shoulder. She could feel him tensing as her hand strayed across his chest, drawn to the nipple poking through the white singlet. Brushing her finger across it, she was rewarded with feeling his hand flinch as it gently sat on her stomach. Untangling her other hand from his, she reached out and found his other nipple, hearing him hiss as she tweaked it gently. Looking down she could see that this had had the desired effect, with his cock swelling against his shorts.

He reached out for her, lifting her hands off his chest and draping them around his neck as he leant forward and kissed her. His lips tasted of wine, the taste of summer and fruit and forgotten memories surged through her as their lips locked passionately, tongues intertwined, teeth nibbling. His hands drifted down her back, running through her hair and moving down to her waist, then up under her silky top until they rested on her shoulderblades. He raised her arms above her head and slid off her top, her upper body exposed to the moonlight, moonlight bathing her breasts.

They stood together, her breasts squashed against his chest as they kissed again... and again, his fingers fluttering down her back. She arched to escape the feeling, bringing her in contact with the bulge in the front of his shorts.

Dropping her hands, she gently slid his shorts down off his hips, leaving him standing there in his g-string underwear with his semi-hard cock bulging out, threatening to escape. Lifting her hands up, she tugged at his singlet, lifting it over his head to leave her staring at his hairy chest. Running her hands down his front, she leant forward again and kissed his chest, moving sideways until she felt his nipple in her mouth. Licking it with her tongue, she teased it, rewarded with it hardening in her mouth as he gasped with pleasure.

His hands reached for the buttons on the front of her jeans and unbuttoned them, taking his time as she continued playing with his chest and her breasts rubbed against his stomach. His cock was almost sticking right out now, staring against his underpants as she shook herself free of her jeans, standing with them at her ankles, dressed only in black high-cut panties. She stepped forward to free herself as they kissed again, arms wrapped around each other`s bodies as the heat built up between them.

Sitting back down, she leaned forward and slowly freed his engorged member from his underpants. A drop of precum glistened in the moonlight as she reached out with her tongue and licked his purple head. His eyes closed as he felt her mouth engulf his straining penis, and he rocked slightly back and forewards as she built up a rythem, stroking his shaft as she nibbled, sucked, licked his head, saliva dripping down his length and lubricating her hand. She could feel her own juices start to flow as she continued with her pleasurable task. Stroking his balls, she could feel the pressure starting to build, and she slowed her movements, lifting her head to look him in the eyes as she swirled his head with her tongue, a lollypop ready to be enjoyed.

He reached down and cupped her breasts in his hands, feeling her hard nipples pressing against his fingertips. Lifting her away from his cock, he turned her around and she leaned across the table, breasts pressing against the glass top as he lifted her hips and freed her from her panties. She felt him lick her back, starting at her hips and bathing her buttocks with his tongue. Parting her buttocks, his tongue passed down across her ass on its way to her pussy, wet with desire and aching with anticipation. His hands massaged her ass as he kissed and licked her pussy, and she could feel his fingers squeezing her, neading her almost, as her excitement grew.

Turning over, she rested her heels on the chairs and exposed her dripping beauty to his attentions. Again he lowered his head, stars shooting through her body as his tongue found her clit and sucked gently on it. She gasped in delight as he too started a rythem, in time to the beat on the stereo, licking her pussy, drinking her wetness, fingers gently rubbing up and down her pussy lips as he drove her wild with his attention. Suddenly she could handle it no more, and a shudder ran through her body as she had her first orgasm for the evening, hips raised off the table as he prolonged the feeling by sucking hard upon her clit and squeezing her ass. Coming down, she relaxed as he removed his lips from her, licking his way up past her breasts until she kissed him on the lips, tasting herself on him as she panted, recovering her breath.

He straightened and she looked down to see him positioning himself, hard as a rock, between her legs. Moving towards him, she felt his head push against her lips and find the warmth beneath. She gasped as he entered her, his seven inches comfortably filling her as she felt his pubic hair push against her shaven mound and his hands pulling on her hips. He withdrew, and again eased into her before starting his thrusting action. As he moved in and out she reached down with one hard and started playing with her clit, rubbing it in time with his motions. her other hand she raised to his chest and tweaked his nipples. He loved it when she did that, and the closer to his orgasm he was the harder he liked it.

His movement continued, a sexual dance to the tune of the jazz, the balcony their stage as their breathing got heavier and sweat started to lightly sheen on his body. Faster, slower, deeper, harder, his movements alternating, sometimes removing the head of his cock right from her body before sliding back in. Juices dripped from her as her excitement rose, the crescendo of their private symphony in sight. "I`m coming" she gasped as she came again, body convulsing with the feelings he raised within her, sensations seething through her body as his powerful cock rippled inside her and her fingers danced across her clit.

The feelings were too much for him as he lifted his head back and roared as his own orgasm overtook him. Come shooting deep inside her, pulsing as his movements slowed as he recovered his equilibrium. Sweat dripped from his chest as he gave one last thrust inside her, her hands running down his body as he leaned forward and kissed her again, his softening member a reminder of the passion they had shared.

First Encounter - A New Adventure (corrected)

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To say I had a crush on one of my best friends for the last 7 years would be an understatement. I have had the “hots” for Anique for those 7 years but it has only been in the last couple of months we have flirted with one another but never had the chance to act upon anything.

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I was planning a trip to Florida and asked Anique to join me for the weekend. I knew she would have to sneak away

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from her husband so I wasn't sure how my fantasy with having Anique to myself at the condo was going to turn out. The day before I got there, Anique called me to tell me she would be there.

Preparing myself for her was nerve whacking to say the least. I kept trying to calm down by either soaking in the hot tub or taking myself shopping but the closer the time came for her to show up, I was a nervous wreck. I still wasn't sure if she was going to show up at all.

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Around 7pm or so, I decided to take a shower and try to relax. Like that was going to happen. Let me describe Anique to you. She is 35 years old, 5' 2" tall, just past the shoulders brunette hair, 34C breasts, a tight, firm ass, and very shapely legs. Needless to say, Anique is one hot M.I.L.F.

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As I was standing under the shower running my soapy hands between my legs, I was thinking back to the first encounter I had with Anique over 4 months ago. The first time I showed her I was interested. Then how it progressed and now I was wondering how far we/she would go.

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After giving myself a quick release, I got out of the shower and was sitting on the bed with just a short bathrobe on with nothing underneath. My mind was drifting, thinking about her hot body when she knocked at the door. When I opened the door, she was standing there in a pair of shorts that clearly showed her pussy straining to be released, along with her tight, firm ass being nicely showcased. She was also wearing a shoestring halter that was hugging her 34C breasts nice and firm. Just looking at her made my legs go weak and my pussy was soaked. That image still causes my pussy to tingle.

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She was looking gorgeous and I was getting hot and horny very quickly. I told her to look around the condo while I got dressed. After looking around, we were sitting on my bed talking but I was spending more time looking at her smooth legs than talking. At one point, my towel fell on the floor. She leaned down to pick it up and when she did; her body brushed mine so close I could feel her warmth. I wondered if she did it on purpose so I could smell her because she smelt fantastic. Her fragrance was so fresh and clean, her shampoo or body wash was a light peach scent. I kept thinking, was she as juicy as the fruit? It was all I could do to resist finding out right then.

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Then I don't know what happen but I blurted out, "I don't know if I can wait that long," I said it as if I was deep in thought and I was. I knew I caught her off guard and not sure of what to say, she finally said, "maybe you won't have to" with a gleam in her eye. Her smile was innocent girl-next-door, but her eyes told me I could be in for the fuck of my life.

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"I promise I will make it worth your while," Anique said, reaching out and running her hand along my bare leg. I leaned forward until our lips were almost touching. Our first kiss was the most sensuous I have ever had in a long time. Her lips were so soft and inviting, I never wanted to stop; her taste was heavenly. We explored each other's mouths until our breathing started to get out of control. I pulled away and looked deep into her eyes.

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I told her, "As much as I'd love for this to continue, I want you to be sure". My pussy was on fire and I wanted so much to go on but I would wait if need be. After a brief moment, I moaned as she leaned in, kissing me hard. Her tongue was everywhere in my mouth. After letting her in to my awaiting mouth and receiving a deep and lingering French kiss, my headed was dizzy and I was soaked with sweat and needed another shower. I knew I needed to calm down and get myself back in control so I told her I was just about to take a shower and for her to unpack and make herself comfortable. I could see she was disappointed I backed off but I needed to get my head back together before I could continue.

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That didn't last long because when I walked out of the bathroom after my shower, there was Anique lying on my bed, naked but for a pair of thong panties. Her eyes were closed and her knees were up and spread. One hand was down the front of her panties rubbing tiny, quick circles around her clit while she pinched her pink nipple with the other.

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"My aren't we horny tonight," I said, towel-drying my hair. Even from across the room, I smelled her arousal-that sweet aroma that made my pulse quicken. Moisture glistened off her fingers.

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Anique opened her eyes, looking at me through the fog of an approaching orgasm. Her gaze went from my face to my breasts, quickly falling on my tiny patch of brown pubic hair. Knowing her eyes were on me caused a tingle in my belly, and I shifted my weight sideways spreading my legs. The cool air met my moist pussy as it opened slightly. Anique licked her lips.

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"If you were really a friend, you'd come over here and help me with this," she said. "What's in it for me?" I watched her fingers play her clit like a musical instrument. "This," she said, sticking her tongue out and wiggling the tip like a snake.

"Come sit on this."

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With a high-pitched squeal, I threw the towel aside. I dove into her arms and we rolled around the bed laughing and hugging.

I grabbed her hand from her pussy and brought it to my face smearing her cum on my lips. Then I sucked her fingers clean. "We should bottle this stuff," I said, smacking my lips.Â

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"Flattery will get you everywhere," Anique said with a wink. "Now get busy down below, girl. I need some loving." I propped up on my elbow and kissed Anique while I reached down pulling her leg up to caress it. She ran her hand affectionately along my face as we broke the kiss and I lightly traced her left breast. I could not resist her soft, sweet mouth so we kissed again. As I kissed her, I ran my hand down her side along her leg that draped across my hip. Her skin was soft; her fragrance was that wonderful hint of fresh peaches. And I wanted to eat her peach so bad.

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My mouth was on her breast, her nipple hard against my tongue. Anique moaned as I sucked, my hands roaming across her warm belly. Then I moved between her legs and laid down on top of her, licking and loving her other breast. She just stroked my hair, whispering how good it felt.

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I lay between her legs moving my eager mouth down between her breasts. I hugged her legs tight against my sides leaving wet kisses and nibbles across her stomach. She stretched her arms over her head in surrender. She watched me through half-closed eyes as I worked my way down her delicious body.

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Licking and kissing her inner thighs, I moved ever closer to her warm, moist pussy. I bit and chewed on the soft, sensitive skin on each side of her pussy; she was in heat and her scent was everywhere. I chewed and licked that wonderful soft valley where her thigh met her mound. A dark patch on her cunt told me how wet and aroused she was. I wiped my face across her pussy feeling the moisture on my cheeks. Anique spread her legs as I gently rubbed her pussy through the thin fabric of the thong. She moaned, moving her hips in a slow, sexy rotation, responding instinctively to my touch.

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I reached up to her breast, caressing it as I sank my face back to her hot, soaked pussy. Her smell was intoxicating; I was drunk on it. I moved back up and sucked her nipple into my hungry mouth. Anique watched me as she continued to run her hands through my hair.

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Then we were kissing passionately, moaning into each other's mouths, our arms wound tight, our bodies maneuvering to bring our pussies together. Anique's hands were on my ass, loving me with tender strokes. We were grounding our cunts together in a slow, erotic rhythm.

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"You are so hot," I whispered into her ear. "You just say that to get in my panties," she said between moans. "Does it work?" I ran my tongue around her earlobe. "Every time." Then she pushed on my shoulders. "Now, do you want to whisper sweet nothings or fuck me?"

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"Both," I said, and with a quick kiss, I was back down between her legs, licking every inch of her along the way. The cool sheets felt wonderful as I positioned myself on my stomach. Anique raised her legs and I swung them over so she was on her side with her ass toward me. I bit and licked her sculptured hip while stroking her panty-clad pussy, the material still soaked with her hot juices and strong, sweet fragrant.

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Hooking my finger in her thong, I pulled it aside and ran the tip of my tongue along her ass, sampling the tangy sweet flavor that was one hundred percent pure Anique. Her puckered ass looked so yummy and inviting, and as much as I wanted to spend the rest of the night loving it, it was a delicacy I would save for later.Â

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Then I rose up over her hip, pushing my face between her legs and forcing her on her back. As I stuck my nose in her pussy, Anique spread her legs in invitation, her panties now dripping with hot juices. I couldn't wait any longer, finally the moment I had been dreaming off was here and I just had to taste her.

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Grabbing the seam of her crotch, I pulled her panties aside, kissing her tenderly. Anique stroked my hair as I gave her soft licks and sweet kisses. Just as I dreamed of, she had the most sweet tasting pussy and I loved licking her pussy lips until they turned pink and

puffy. As she spread her legs, her outer lips opened like a flower and her warm juices coated my tongue.

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She moaned when I took long slow licks up and down her slit, her short pubic hairs tickling my nose. I could feel my cunt dripping while little spasms quivered my cunt walls. I gently placed her panty back over her pussy and pushed her legs together up in the air. Then I took each side of her panties, pulling them as she raised her ass off the bed. My heart raced when I saw the material reluctantly peel away from the sticky wetness of her outer lips revealing the closest thing to heaven I had ever known.

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I worked her panties up her legs, sliding them over her petite feet. Anique licked her fingers and squeezed her nipples while she watched me put the panties to my nose and smell her juicy peach and pussy. I was completely overcome with lust as her scent filled my head. I envied the delicate silk that snuggled her pussy all day.

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"When I die," I said with a wink, "I want to come back as a pair of these. I kissed the moist crotch. "As long as they're my panties," she said, spreading her legs in surrender. She stroked her mound, getting it ready for me. Then she opened her lips wide, showing me nothing but pink.

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"Is this what you want?" I trembled. "More that anything”.

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Pulling her knees up, she said, "Come eat your peach." Moaning with desire, I ran my tongue over her ass and up along her pussy lips, now coated with pre-cum. I moved her hands out of the way and spread her wide; her clit emerged, hard and round like a precious pearl. I licked and sucked it, feeling her hips respond. She gasped, telling me she was so ready to fuck.

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Anique ran her hands over her breasts, breathing heavily. Her eyes closed and I knew she was drifting toward bliss. I slowly licked her letting my tongue slip down to her ass to remind me of that hidden treasure. While I licked her, I reached back, sliding my finger up and down the moist crack of my ass and into my cunt. I was so turned on, so wet. Taking her clit between my lips, I sucked hard, moving my head back and forth. This drove her crazy and she screamed, squirming so that I could hardly hang on.

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Then I increased my attack, sucking her clit up between my lips, biting it, and jerking my head side to side like a feasting shark. Anique screamed for me to fuck her harder as she thrashed around beating the sheets and arching her back. With a final high-pitched squeal, her body stiffened and a delicious warm gush of her cum flowed into my mouth.

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I slowed my assault, eagerly swallowing her cum. Then I placed soft kisses all over her tender lips, so flushed red and swollen. "Come here," was all she said, holding her arms wide. I crawled up and she wrapped them around me as we kissed passionately.

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"You knew just what I needed," she said, shoving her tongue into my mouth. We laughed, kissed, and hugged. Then Anique turned me over and positioned herself between my legs.

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I wiggled my ass until I was comfortable. Then Anique leaned forward, licking my breasts, going from one to another with an unquenchable hunger. As she ravaged my nipples, she straddled my left leg, grinding her pussy into my thigh and leaving a wet trail. While she fucked my leg, she reached back and played with her ass. She breathed heavily as her pussy slid along my thigh. Pre-cum flowed out, dripping down the sides of my leg. Then she lifted my right leg straight up and slid forward until our pussies met.

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As I rubbed her clit with my thumb, Anique went wild with passion and I was not far behind. I felt the fire ignite between my legs and start radiating up through my tummy; my nipples were ready to pop off. I grew light-headed and my chest heaved as we moved faster.

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The sounds coming from our mouths were no longer human but had turned to animal grunts and squeals. Anique's eyes were closed as she arched her back, grinding her cunt into mine. Her hips were going a mile a minute. Anique brought my up-turned leg to her breast, stroking and kissing my calf and ankle. Then with a shudder, she slammed her cunt into mine and climaxed. I cupped my hand under her pussy, feeling warm cum flow out. I brought it to my mouth trying to lick all the cum dripping down my arm. It was warm and sweet, only seconds ago deep inside her pussy. I savored every drop as I let it flow slowly down my throat.

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With a big smile, I said, "That was a nice start." "There's plenty more where that came from" she said. I told her, "I know, now turn over and show me that fine ass."

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She did not have to be asked twice as she got on her elbows and stuck her ass up, her knees spread. "You smell so fucking good," I said, sniffing her like my dogs do me. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her ass crack and then buried my nose in her ass. Spreading her ass wide with my fingers, I washed her anus walls with my long, probing tongue.

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Her body trembled. Her mouth was everywhere kissing me, wet and soft. Spreading her cheeks, I ravaged her ass, pushing the tip of my wicked tongue at it.

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Anique stroked my legs and ass, licking my crack and pussy. I spread my legs as wide as I could to let her get at every part.

Then she slipped two fingers into my hot, soaked pussy and I saw stars. "I'm getting so close," I said, shoving my ass at her.

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I felt Anique's fingers go deep and I clamped down on them. Then her thumb probed my ass and slipped inside. I went nuts.

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Anique shoved her fingers into my pussy and ass while she ran her tongue up and down my ass. My head was about to explode; I was squealing, grunting, and screaming her name. Then Anique bit down on my clit and I saw fireworks. My stomach sucked in, by body went stiff, and I came like a storm.

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Anique slowed down, gently stroking my pussy and ass with her fingers. "Want me to kiss it and make it better?" "Oh, yes," I said breathlessly. As I caught my breath, she placed soft kisses everywhere. "Poor baby," she said in mock sympathy. "I promise never to do that again." I turned over on my back, holding my arms open. "That's a promise I won't let you keep."

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Anique kissed her way up my body until we held each other. "You'll just have to beg if you want more," she said, kissing me passionately. "I've had my dinner," I said, breaking the kiss. "Now I want dessert." "I don't hear any begging."

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"Please." "Please, what?" she said, her finger playing with my lips and tongue, our breasts pressed together.

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"Please turn around."

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"And what?" she said, slipping her finger into my mouth. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her finger out. "You know damn well, so I can lick your ass."

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"You like my ass, do you?" Anique said, taunting me.

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"I adore it," I said. "Touching it, smelling it, licking it, sucking it, kissing it."

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She moaned. "Well, if you put it that way." She kissed me hard, running her tongue all over the inside of my mouth. Then she slowly got up on her hands and knees turning around. Backing up, she lowered her ass to my face.

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I moaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her ass to my mouth. I adored her body, I worshiped her pussy, but I craved her ass.

Sticking my nose in her crack, I smelled sex, salt, sweat, and a hint of peach. Then I stuck my tongue out, tasting what I had patiently waited for and well worth the wait. I tongued fucked her fine ass for almost 30 minutes before starting on her hot, sweet pussy again...this time for almost an hour...building her up, letting her relax and then building her up again until she begged me to let her cum in my mouth!

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That was the first night...we made love until 3am.

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Ino + Sasuke (From Naruto)

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Uchiha Sasuke was walking home one evening when his eyes spotted a beautiful woman walking along in front of him. Her round ass was swaying from side to side and Sasuke was overcome with an urge to just ram his cock up there. Shaking his head, he cursed. He was becoming like Naruto, he thought bitterly. But the woman was walking on the same path as him, so he just kept walking. Then, suddenly, the woman dropped something and Uchiha Sasuke realised she was wearing no panties whatsoever beneath that dress of hers. Although it was brief, Sasuke was still able to take in the soft flesh, and beautiful shaved pussy. He was so horny he just had to get home and relieve himself with some masturbation!

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Turning into his street, he was rushing home when someone called his name.

"Sasuke!" came the voice. Spinning around he saw Yamanaka Ino standing there with a shy smile. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Sasuke said idly, just wanting to get rid of her.

"I was thinking about you," she said quietly, while shaking her long blonde hair around. She was wearing a tight top and a short skirt that gave a great view of her legs. Her fairly large and round D cup breasts were standing out quite nicely.

"Oh really?" Sasuke asked, struggling to keep his eyes from her tits. "Why don't you come to my house for a drink?"

"Ok!" said Ino, pleasantly surprised. As they walked, Sasuke reached out and grabbed her hand, causing her to blush. What's up with Sasuke today, she thought. She didn't mind though, it was what she had always wanted. Sasuke was just thinking, I'll have to get this soppy crap over and done with before I can fuck her. As they entered his house, Sasuke let her sit on the couch while he went to the fridge and withdrew two bottles of beer.

"Are you sure about that?" asked Ino nervously, as they were not at the legal drinking age yet.

"C'mon Ino, don't worry about it," Sasuke assured her with the best smile he could give. The more drunk the better. They began to talk about their lives as shinobi, or ninja, and Sasuke played along, just waiting till she was really drunk. Finally, during a pause in the conversation Sasuke leaned forward and kissed Ino, his mouth opening and his tongue fiercely pressing into hers. Drunk but happy, Ino kissed him back and continued to do so even as Sasuke let his hand wander down her neck and onto her chest. Stroking her breasts as he felt the cotton of her shirt, he felt her nipples suddenly stand to attention and he began to squeeze them between his fingers as he massaged her breasts.

"Oh god Sasuke," she moaned as he probed her lovely round breasts beneath her shirt. Going further, he reached his hand from beneath her shirt and went underneath her bra to stroke her nipple once more. With Ino thoroughly distracted, Sasuke let his other hand go down to her skirt. First feeling her soft pale skin under his palm he undid the button of her skirt and pulled it down around her thighs to reveal her pink panties. She was already wet and Sasuke breathed in the scent of her pussy

Sasuke then climbed off the couch so that he was kneeling on the ground. Grabbing the skirt and sliding it all the way off, he threw it away and began pulling her panties down. His eyes bulged at the perfect pussy before him. He was surprised that she had shaven, as if she had been expecting something like this. Sasuke began to stroke Ino's inner thighs with one hand the other still rubbing her right breast. Finally, Ino, tired of the teasing, grabbed Sasuke's hand that was stroking her thighs and forced a finger inside her tight pussy.

"Oh God that feels so good Sasuke!" she moaned as she arched her back as he began to move the finger in and out. With his other hand still pinching her nipples and squeezing her breasts, he leaned forward and licked her clit that had now appeared. This drove Ino wild with pleasure and kept screaming his name and teling him not to stop. Who would? Sasuke then began using two fingers to pump inside her tight pussy and her screams were heard outisde in the street. He kept playing with her clit using his tongue and she began to use her hands to force his head down onto her crotch. He decided to finish it quickly as he wanted to fuck her properly so he inserted three fingers and began flicking her clit like crazy.

"Holy shit!!!" she screamed with pleasure and began bouncing up and down on his fingers before finally cumming all over his fingers. Taking them out Sasuke shoved them inside Ino's breathless mouth and smiled as she licked her own juices.

"That was amazing Sasuke!" she exclaimed. But it wasn't over. Without a word Sasuke grabbed her hand and led her to a bedroom. Throwing her on there, he began to remove his shirt. Ino, normally not so slutty, was so drunk and still stunned from her wild fingering that she removed her shirt and bra so that she was completely naked and waited for Sasuke who was removing his shorts. When his 8 inch dick flopped into sight, Ino gulped and moved forward. Her tongue licked out and Sasuke moaned softly as she began to suck forcefully on his dick. Grabbing her head, she pushed it deeper until it was in the back of her throat. She reached up her hands to play with the rest of his area while she continued to suck.

Sasuke finally couldn't take it anymore and blew his load inside her mouth. He could feel the hot ropes of cum spewing out inside her, and used his hands to make sure she stayed there until she had swallowed every single drop. When he took his dick out of her mouth, it was still rock hard so he led Ino back to the bed and let her lie down. Moving over her, he positioned his cock above her eagerly waiting pussy and kissed her as he slammed inside her. Their lips were still touching as Ino screamed. A virgin, Sasuke mused as he broke through her hymen. There was a little bit of blood but then Ino's screams of pain became screams of pleasure and she was soon moaning like the slut she really was.

Sasuke lifted her legs into a better position and began pounding inside her soft delicate pussy. Ino reached down her hand and began stroking her clit and playing with her tits as Sasuke forced his dick again and again deep inside her tightness. Sasuke stopped briefly, tired, but Ino swung him around so that he was lying on his back and began riding him like never before. Bouncing up and down on his dick she gave screams of absolute ecstasy as she had orgasm after orgasm. Sasuke grabbed her hips and pulled her down on his dick to help her and reached out occasionally to pinch a nipple.

Ino, gasping and breathless, dropped down to kiss Sasuke, but he merely moved his head to suck her breasts while thrusting upwards. Swirling his tongue around her nipples it felt so good to fuck her at the same time and was making him so horny.

“Ino,” he whispered.

“Yeah?”

“Can I cum in your ass?”

“What? No!”

“Please Ino. I will be gentle,” he assured her. “Fine,” she sighed and turned over so that she was crouching. Sasuke grinned, a little evilly, and grasped her soft ass with her hands and stuck his tongue inside her tight asshole. This is going to be a squeeze, he thought as he lubricated the opening and felt Ino shudder slightly as he did. Then, without warning, he plunged his pulsating dick inside her asshole and she gave a yelp of surprise. At the moment only the head was in, but still grabbing her ass he slowly forced more of it in, much to the pain of Ino. Finally he was all the way in and could feel the muscles clamping around his penis. Withdrawing it so that only the head was in, he plunged it in again with a grunt. Ino began moaning as this was repeated and Sasuke was grunting with the effort of plowing her ass. Finally he was going so fast he could hear his balls hitting her ass mixing in with her rhythmic moans and groans. Reaching his hands forward, he pinched her nipples as hard as he could to get one final scream of pleasure from Ino before they cummed simultaneously. Feeling himself cumming inside Ino’s ass was so wonderful and as they collapsed onto the bed together he gave her a genuine smile.

Then there was a knock on the door. It was Haruno Sakura.

 

Welcome To My New Neighborhood - Chapter 3

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I awoke Sunday morning in a start. I didn't recognize any of the surroundings and was afraid I had relapsed and had a blackout. Then all the events of the prior day came flooding back. Wow what a weekend I thought to my self. Gretchen was not anywhere to be seen and I decided to take another shower. I found my clothes already washed and folded on the bathroom sink with a note saying thanks for last night. What time is it I wondered I finally found a clock and it said 9:30AM. Damn it's been a while since I slept in this late I thought.

By the time I got showered and shaved I heard Gretchen rummaging around in the kitchen. I walked into the kitchen and said good morning.

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Gretchen flashed me a big smile and said good morning, I had to go to the store to pick up a f

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ew things for breakfast. You like omelets?

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Oh yeah, I said still trying to get centered from the events of the previous day.

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Gretchen came a cross the room and kissed me hard with an omelet pan in one hand and a couple of eggs in the other. I realized then that I was famished.

How many eggs, she yelled.

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I thought for a minute five I replied.

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Gretchen flashed another of those big smiles. Coming Right up! What do you want to drink?

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Got any milk?

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Oh yeah you bet and she smiled again.

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Gretchen looked great she was wearing just shorts and tank top but her auburn hair fell in big curls across her shoulders and over those big bouncy breasts. I wondered if she ever wore a bra.

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Want some coffee?

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Yes please just a little sugar.

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In a flash she had me a cup in my hand. This was nice, I could almost get used to this. As I sat there sipping my coffee a million different thoughts were flooding through my head. Sherry, Gretchen, my personal values, ass fucking, I never liked to do that before. Guilt, lust, personal integrity, I felt like I had a hangover.

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About then Gretchen showed up with a big plate of food and a big glass of milk. Thanks baby and she leaned down to give me a kiss. We sat there ogling each other for a few minutes and I couldn't stand the silence any more. I said, you look great today.

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Thanks she said with a big smile.

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The omelet is really good to. I'm really hungry, thanks.

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You’re so welcome.

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As I was half way through my omelet she blurted out. I talked to Sherry today.

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I almost choked as I gasped about the same time tried to swallow. What did she say?

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She told me all about you two yesterday. You really made her one happy woman, she wants to meet you here on Wednesday night. The dweeb is gona be out of town. The way she described your love making yesterday was soooo hot. This is the happiest I've ever seen her.

All I could think about was well at least I have a few days to recuperate.Â

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Looking forward to it, I responded.

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Gretchen smiled sweetly and said, soooo am I.

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So did you tell her about us? I asked.

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"No", Gretchen said sternly, "no use in spoiling the surprise."

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Gretchen, did you ever find yourself too personally involved with a client and feel like you were manipulating the outcome of the therapy based on your personal desires rather than what was right for the client?

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Whoa, what brought that on?

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Well I'm kind of getting a guilty feeling.

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What do you mean?

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Well here is Sherry a very sweet kid a little confused and very vulnerable. I just think we need to consider all the angles. I took advantage of her yesterday and now I'm feeling like we both are plotting to take advantage of her again while she is the most vulnerable. I'm just not felling good about this.

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We need to find out what Sherry wants to do and support her in finding what's right for her. Let her make her own decisions about what's right for her life.

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Gretchen got up from the table and pulled a chair up next to me she took one of my hands and looked me in the eye and said, you know you’re absolutely right. Wow have we been selfish.

Well sex can be a very strong drive and lead us to do things and make decisions about things that we and others may pay severe consequences for, all for couple of hours of self-indulgent sexual bliss. We need to rethink this.

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You know your right we do need to rethink this, Gretchen responded.

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So how did you and Sherry become friends anyway?

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Well we met at a fundraising dinner we were both at, and we just got seated at the same table and started taking and realized we were neighbors. She really needed someone to talk to about this weirdo she married and I lent a sympathetic ear.

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So what kind of fundraiser was it?

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The Coalition for Prevention of Domestic Violence?

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Is Sherry a victim of domestic violence?

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Sherry? Oh no but her mother was she was in a way, I guess she watched her mom being beat by an alcoholic father. I think that's why she ended up with the dueeb. I think she felt safe. ...... and probably in control. OH..... I think I see where you’re going with this. Wow I really do feel selfish now.

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Yeah so do I. I seduced a married woman, and now I find myself wanting to be even more selfish by setting her up for something to gratify my own selfish lust. I have involved myself with probably her one and only friend. Interfering with probably her only place that she feels safe. Again for my own selfish sexual gratification. Without giving any thought to what kind of expectations Sherry is putting on this relationship.

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Oh I see what you mean. So how are you feeling about all that? You know I haven't given much thought to how you are feeling about all this. I think I need to apologize to you to for my selfish behavior.

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I think I may need to do some damage control and talk to Sherry and back out of this whole deal.

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You know you may be forgetting one important fact in all this.

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I am?

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Sherry choose to be with you, she could have put her panties back on and said take me home at any time she choose. Why don't you just wait and see where she is with all this before you just abandon us both. That could be selfish as well. All relationships come with some give and take, compromise and self-indulgences.

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Wow you’re a very wise woman.

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And you’re a very sensitive and caring guy don't ever loose that. Guys like you are hard to come by.

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Ahh you’re sweet.

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Gretchen kissed me softly with those big full lips and began clearing the table.

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So tell me more about yourself Gretchen what were you doing at that fundraiser that night you met Sherry?

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Well..... I already told you that I that I'm a therapist I work with abused women.

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I myself was in a physically abusive relationship for 5 long years with an abusive alcoholic.

Five years? You seem like such a strong and assertive woman.

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Ahhh now you’re being sweet. I wasn't always that way. All through college I seemed to attract abusive men. I always attributed it to the fact I was such a big woman and men were intimidated by me.

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But there is more to the story?

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Yeah lots more. Early in life I always viewed myself as victim.

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How early in life?

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OH........ Since about puberty.

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So I'm I hearing what I think I'm hearing?

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Oh yeah I forgot your a counselor too. Yeah, I was sexually abused by my father; he was also an abusive alcoholic.

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And you unconsciously sought out men like your father in order to try and change them so they would take care of you and protect you like your father should have?

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A tear came to big Gretchen's eye as she got a napkin from the table.

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Yeah but I worked through those issues a while back.

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Can I give you a hug, I asked politely.

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As I got up off the chair Gretchen buried her head in my shoulder and had a good little cry. I stroked her hair and did my best to comfort her, and whispered softly, it's alright your a big girl now.

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I know, and she sobbed a little more, I rocked her in my arms from side to side until she finished her cry and regained her composure. She kissed me softly and her lips tasted like tears. She parted her lips slightly and snaked her tongue in my mouth and was so gentle and sweet. Nothing like the overpowering hard kisses from last night. She continued kissing just my lips with those beautiful big lips. Then I noticed her hand reaching for my cock. I stopped her by pulling away slightly. She looked at me with a slightly puzzled look. I whispered I want you to know you don't have to be sexual to have my approval. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree and she continued kissing me softly whimpering a little with each soft loving kiss. Then just held me in a soft loving way. We rocked slightly from side to side as she just held me with a soft gentle caress. It was magic. We must have just stood there rocking back and forth for ten minutes.

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Gretchen, then pushed me away and blurted out, damn counselors, they really know how to get to ya. Then kissed me tenderly again.

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Ok your turn, give it up, and tell me about you.

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Ok... well I'm a recovering alcoholic/addict.

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Well of course, that is what I'm attracted to. Ever abused a woman?

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Well .... Realizing this was an opportunity for rigorous honesty, yes I have, and it’s one of my biggest regrets. But it was a long time ago. I was a lot different then.

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You sure?

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Very sure. My thoughts raced back to last night and how Gretchen was begging me to stop and I didn't. Gretchen, I think I owe you an apology?

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For what? She asked.

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Well last night I was a little rough with you. If I would have know you more I wouldn't have been so abrasive.

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Well I really enjoyed it, but it did bring up some issued for me. I really enjoyed what you did for me afterwards and thanks for not leaving. So what kind of counseling do you do?

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I'm a drug and alcohol treatment counselor.

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Really, wow difficult population to work with.

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Yeah but I'm good at it. I like helping people get out of such a self destructive pattern.

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So is there anything you don't do well? She said with that Gretchen evil grin.

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OOOHH lots of things I said, like maintaining relationships with women.

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Well one day at a time big guy one day at a time.

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Yeah huh.

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So you wanna go fuck some more I laughed.

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Well I'd be delighted, she smirked.

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Oh yeah one more question.

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Well you really know how to spoil a mood. She laughed.

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The toy chest you have?

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Well incase you haven't noticed I am very sexually expressive.

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Really I mocked.

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Well after my third abusive alcoholic. I was in college and I was always being hit on by lesbians. One night my curiosity got the best of me and I had an affair. I liked it and I had another affair but this time fell in love. We lived together for three years that's when I had the surgery.

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Surgery? Those beautiful responsive tits and nipples of yours could not be fake I can always tell.

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Well thanks. No they are the real deal. The tongue, I had it surgically altered.

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WOW, how do they do that?

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They cut the little piece of tissue under it so it can be extended further out.

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It's amazing. How far or how long is it? Well it was long before and my girlfriend always complemented me on how she loved my tongue so I made it longer.

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So how long is it?

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Big Gretchen stuck out her tongue all the way and it extended way past her chin!

She retracted it and said, six and a half inches.

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I sat in awe. I couldn't believe it. Damn, was all the reply I could muster.

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Just then a knock at the door shook me out of my stooper.

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Gretchen looked out the kitchen window that looked out toward the front door and exclaimed. It's Sherry!

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I followed Gretchen to the door and Sherry burst through the door with tears streaming down her face. She threw her arms around me and was just sobbing. I just stood there holding her little quivering body, and asked what's wrong sweets?

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Gretchen closed the door and put her arms around both of us and asked what's wrong sweetie?

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Sherry sobbed I just can't believe that sick bastard. Gretchen stroked her hair back out of her face and said why don't you tell us what happened baby. We were all standing in a group hug and Sherry explained I got a call from my sister-in-law Susan Bob's Brother Marcus's wife. Sherry buried her face in Gretchen's bosom and cried some more. Susan went over to Bob's mom's house yesterday and caught Bob and his mom in bed with each other. The sick bastard, man can I pick them. Then Sherry sobbed some more. Well I tell you what I’m going to start living my life now. I can't believe I was with that needle dick bastard for two years. Sherry threw her arms around me and said please hold me just hold me please. I'm so glad your here you two are all I have right now.

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I just held her and stroked her hair and rocked her slowly. Sherry looked up at me with those dreamy sad eyes and said kiss me Kevin please, I kissed her tenderly. Its gona be ok Sweets, you'll see.

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Gretchen wrapped her arms around both of us and said that's right sweetie. Things are gona work out just the way they are suppose to.

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Sherry threw her arms around Gretchen and said, you've been such a blessing to me Gretch. I love you.

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Gretchen stroked her face and wiped her tears and kissed her on the forehead. Sherry and Gretchen stood there staring into each other's eyes and then Sherry blew her a little kiss.

Come on in here and sit down sweetie we all went in and sat on the couch Gretchen was holding Sherry in her arms rocking her back and forth. Sherry reached out for my hand and wrapped it around her waist. We all just snuggled there on the couch I had one arm around Gretchen and one arm wrapped around Sherry's waist. Sherry's head was resting on Gretchen's big breasts and Sherry just lay there cooing like a dove.

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This feels so nice, Sherry cooed.

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Sherry reached behind her and stroked my leg, she is so beautiful I thought to my self.

I watched as Sherry reached up and started stroking on of Big Gretchen's breasts. She fondled her nipple with her thumb while she stroked her breast with her little hand. Sherry then started rubbing her hand harder now with more intention. Gretchen looked at me wide eyed and I could tell she was turned on.

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Gretchen said, Sherry honey, I know your upset, is this something you really want to do right now?

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I was proud of Gretchen.

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Oh yeah, I feel really close to you both right now, I hope I’m not bothering you, I'm sorry Gretch I guess I always wanted to do that. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to......

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Gretchen cuddled her up in her arms, that's ok sweetie, I understand and kissed her on the forehead.

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Sherry then grabbed my hand and guided it up to her own perfectly formed breast. Ummm she purred and I stroked her firm tit and danced my finger around her nipple. Sherry ran her hand lightly over Gretchen's big tit starting from the bottom all the way up to her nipple just barley touching it and Gretchen groaned with delight.

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Gretchen looked at me and I knew she had lost all restraint, and so had I. Gretchen was wearing a flimsy tank top and her big nipples hardened like two 50 caliber bullets. Sherry moved her head back some so her mouth was right next to Gretchen's other nipple on the right, her hot breath on Gretchen's tit seemed to excite her even more. Sherry continued to gently toy with Gretchen's left nipple with her petite little hand. I continued to gently caressing both of Sherry's tits.

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Sherry's breath became heavy now and she was starting to rock her hips a little. I watched as Sherry's hot breath became heavier on Gretchen's big hard nipple. I think Gretchen was about ready to cream her panties but I don’t think she was wearing any. They looked like such an odd pair the little four foot eleven princess and six foot Gretchen. Sherry's hand looked so small on Gretchen's breast. But I could tell it was having a big effect on Gretchen. Sherry reached up with her full swollen lips and gently rubbed her lips on Gretchen's swollen nipple and I'm sure Gretchen was sitting in a puddle of warm pussy juice by the expression on her face. I could not believe how turned on I was. Sherry rocked her hips a little more then lifted Gretchen’s flimsy shirt and started tonguing Gretchen's big hard nipple it took all of Sweet Sherry's mouth as she began to lick and suck her nipple. Sherry rearranged her self and got up on her knees so she could suck Gretchen's other tit.

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Sweet Sherry's ass was wagging right in front of me and her short skirt was high enough to expose her pussy, wrapped in see through panties like a special delivery package addressed to me. I wasted no time stroking Sherry's hot little pussy while she sucked Gretchen's big tits. Sherry got up from the couch and knelt in front of me. She started undoing my belt buckle as she whispered, I have been thinking about this all day. She pulled down my pants down to my knees and immediately started devouring my huge hard on. I was so turned on my cock was hard as a rock. Sherry sucked with awesome enthusiasm. God this girl could suck cock, I thought to my self.

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Gretchen watched with wide eyed interest while fingering her pussy. OH yeah you go girl Gretchen encouraged Sherry. Gretchen got up off the couch and stripped every stitch of clothing off in less than 5 seconds. Gretchen leaned down and whispered in Sherry's ear isn't that a beautiful cock? Sherry licked the underside of my cock opened her big green eyes long enough to catch my eye and say, I love this cock.

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Gretchen was moving a coffee table away from Sherry to give her more room to work. While Sherry worked my cock over Gretchen knelt behind Sherry wrapped her up in her arms and began stroking her breasts and pinching her nipples Sherry started her cock sucking frenzy growl and I knew Sherry was in a world of her own. Gretchen was fingering Sherry's pussy with one hand and playing with her tits with the other. Her pace quickened and Gretchen encouraged her by purring in her ear oh yeah suck that big cock ooooo, yeeaahh, your pussy is so wet, you have cum running down your legs already. Here let me help you out of these panties. And I'll give you a real treat.

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In a flash Gretchen had Sherry's soaking wet panties in her hand and flung them across the room. Gretchen positioned herself on the floor on her back with her head between Sherry's legs. I thought hang on we're about to engage warp drive.

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Sherry suddenly stopped and stood completely still for about a minute and a half. She had an intense look on her face and her eyes shut tight as Gretchen’s tongue worked her pussy over. She slowly retuned her hands to my cock and froze again. She sat down on Gretchen's face and I could tell big Gretchen had her tongue up Sherry's little twat and was about to get a face full of pussy cum.

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Sherry had lost all interest in cock sucking for the moment and I really wanted to see this. The intense look on her face told me something spectacular was going on. I removed Sherry's top and her bra I don't even think she noticed. I laid down on the couch so I could see what was happening on the business end of Gretchen's tongue. Sherry just sat there not moving and barley breathing with an intense look on her face and her lips pursed. I finally got to see what was going on with Sherry's pussy. Gretchen's tongue appeared to be everywhere on and around her pussy at once. I was amazed at how fast it was. Little Sherry was getting the cunt licking of a lifetime. I licked Sherry's tits and nipples and she pulled my head to her but I think she was barley conscious. I watched Gretchen's tongue hit the button on Sherry's clint and Sherry came back to life and moaned and then Gretchen's tongue disappeared and I knew the big moment was coming. Gretchen's tongue was about to get buried in Sweet Sherry's lovely little pussy. Sherry's face contorted a little and I knew it was time. Sherry let out a scream and stared at me wide eyed as she bucked wildly on Gretchen's face and I could hear the distinct slurping sound of pussy cum on skin. Sherry braced her self against the couch and rode Gretchen's face. I got up and crawled over to where Gretchen's pussy lay much unattended and buried my face in her hot soaking pussy. I licked her pussy with all my might and it seemed like Sherry was the one to respond. The more I licked Gretchen's pussy the louder Sherry's screams got. Gretchen's pussy wildly bucked as both women were moaning and squirming as they both came. I stood up and helped Gretchen up off the floor. Sherry was still in a state of shock kneeling on the floor. Gretchen and I began to snicker a little and then she kissed me hard and passionate. Sherry started to revive a little she saw us kissing, and her whole face lit up.Â

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Gretchen and I stood there smiling back at Sherry for a moment and I said to Sherry, come on sweets it’s time for bed. But it's only 11:30 in the morning yeah I know, come on the night is young.

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Gretchen was the first one to hit the bed and to my surprise Sherry jumped up on the bed and buried her face in Gretchen's pussy. Gretchen moaned with delight and spread her legs wide to allow her little Sherry access to her pussy. I watched Sherry hungrily lick Gretchen's pussy with all the enthusiasm she had for sucking cock. Sherry's face and tongue made those sucking and smacking sounds as she lapped at Gretchen's hungry pussy. I thought I would take the opportunity to explore Gretchen's tool box.

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I opened the drawer marked dongs and my cock lurched as a found five or six big double headed dongs and pictured Gretchen and Sherry riding each other with one of these beauties stuck up their pussy. I opened the drawer marked dildos and marveled at Gretchen's big selection of soft pliable multi speed vibrators. Some curved some straight some looked like dicks some like art with raised bumps and different thicknesses up and down the shaft. As Gretchen's love songs filled the air I decided that Sweet Sherry needed something up her sweet little cunt. I selected a medium sized vibrating dick for Sherry. The smallest double headed dong could find, and a big 10 inch vibrating curved G spot vibrator for Gretchen. I watched as Gretchen was repositioning Sherry so they could bump pussies with her I stood and watched wide eyed as Sherry's cum drenched face screamed with ecstasy as they bucked back and forth on each other's soaking wet pussies. Sherry moaned with delight with this new experience. God it was hot. I laid the double dong down on the bed next to her just to see what would happen next. Gretchen smiled with approval. To my surprise Sherry picked up the double headed realistic looking dong and immediately stuck it in her sweet little mouth and started sucking it for all she was worth as she humped Gretchen's pussy. Damn I'm missing out I thought. She soon got the idea and buried her face again in Gretchen's dripping cunt then shoved the big cock way up Gretchen's throbbing pussy Gretchen writhed and screamed with ecstasy as Sherry drove about 8 inches of the double headed cock up her big pussy. Sherry fucked her furiously with the big dick. Sherry’s head would occasionally dip into Gretchen's clit and tongue her pussy for a few seconds and then return to fucking her senseless with the big dick. I opened the window just a crack to let some of the warm swampy air out of the room and swore I smelled marijuana smoke. I shrugged returned my attention to the bed as Gretchen screamed with delight as Sherry buried her face in Gretchen's clint Gretchen was having a big orgasm and her voice filled the air with cries of ecstasy.

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My cock was harder than ever now as I witnessed Sherry mounting the other end of the big double dong. Gretchen lay panting trying to recover from what must have been a huge orgasm. Sherry mounted what was left of the dong hanging out of Gretchen's pussy about 5 inches of so. Sherry chirped and yelped a little as the slick jelly type dick slid into her hot waiting cunt. Gretchen was attempting sit up to assist her. Just thenthe slick cockshaft shot out of Gretchen's pussy and deep into Sherry's pussy in an instant. Sherry screamed with a mix of pain, surprise and pleasure.

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Ooooooh yeeeeahhhh, Sherry cooed, as she began bucking back and forth on the rubber dick. Oh god that hurt so good.

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Are you sure your ok baby girl.

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Oh yeah, Gretch. I'm wonderful, but you may have to kiss it to make all better.

Gretchen jumped up off the bed and ran to her toy box. Sherry caught me standing next to the bed and gulped down my cock and sucked it hungrily pumping it wildly. Sweet little Sherry continued her cock sucking frenzy as I felt my cock lurch in her warm wet mouth as it started to spring back to life. Her lips cracked open just slightly and her tongue flicked over my swollen cock. I wanted this to last forever.

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She was stroking it slowly while she took it all in her cock hungry mouth. Then a lust filled expression fell up on her face as she arched her back then attacked my cock with another dick sucking frenzy. Then she attacked my balls with the same enthusiasm as she had shown on my cock.

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She collapsed back on the bed and started fingering her pussy and moaned my cunt is on fire.

Gretchen was standing wearing gloves, and asserted, I have the cure for that. Gretchen flipped a switch on the gloves and every finger vibrated. This ought to be good I thought. My cock jumped as I thought about watching Gretchen's tongue spoil little Sherry's pussy.

Gretchen rubbed Sherry’s full tits with her magic fingers and she shuddered with delight as Gretchen stroked Sherry's inner thighs and slowly worked her way to Sherry's pussy. Sherry's whole body trembled with delight and Gretchen stopped just short of her pussy. Gretchen positioned herself between Sherry's legs and rubbed the vibrating gloves up and down Sherry's inner thighs. Sherry moaned as Gretchen framed her hot little pussy with her big vibrating hands and stroked her hungry little pussy lips with her vibrating thumbs Sherry hissed and threw her head back OOOO THAT FEELS NICE I think I'm gona cum. Gretchen stopped immediately, Sherry's eyes found Gretchen's with a disappointed look on her face. Gretchen's eyes were transfixed on Sherry's eyes unblinking as she slowly took off the gloves and tossed them aside. Gretchen fully extended her marvelous tongue at Sherry. Oh MY God! Sherry shouted and buried her fingers in her pussy. Gretchen leaned toward Sherry with her tongue fully extended curling the end like she was tonguing her pussy. Sherry watched wide eyed with her mouth gapped open as the huge tongue came closer to her face. Gretchen was poised on all fours now towering over little Sherry. Gretchen's tongue gently started exploring Sherry's full lips and open mouth. Saliva dripped from Gretchen's mouth to Sherry's. Sherry moaned as she continued to fingering her pussy and closed her lips around the monster tongue. Sherry’s eyes rolled back in her head as she sucked on Gretchen's tongue. Gretchen gave her as much as she could suck into her hot little mouth and Sherry's pussy spewed hot cum all over Gretchen's knees. This was all Gretchen needed to start her move.

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Gretchen's tongue lashed wildly in Sherry's mouth I could see Gretchen's tongue dancing in Sherry's cheeks. Saliva still streaming down Gretchen's tongue and on to Sherry's lips and running down Sherry's chin and neck. Gretchen withdrew her tongue and danced it across Sherry's neck and chin. Sherry's whole body was shaking now as Gretchen's wet tongue explored the sensitive skin around her ears and neck. I found Gretchen's bottle of the sweet, slippery warming liquid she had used on me the night before and saturated Sherry's tit's and belly with it. Sherry's whole body was trembling violently now as Gretchen's tongue spread the red liquid over her tits and torso down to about her bikini line. Then Gretchen devoured her tits and belly as Sherry bucked the air violently as she anticipated what was coming next. Sherry was quiet as a mouse and just lay there quivering and bucking with a pursed smile on her face pinching her nipples now. I poured the rest of the sticky liquid down Sherry's inner thighs and into the valleys that formed the beautiful the sweet "V" that nestled he pussy mound and watched it run down past her pussy down to her ass. I placed a big gob of the stuff just below her navel and sat back stroked my cock and waited for the fun to start. I watched with the intensity of a NASA space shuttle launch as I started my own count down to "the tonguing".

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Gretchen rested on her elbows now as her tongue protruded only about an inch or two from her lips and expertly gave Sherry's pussy the once over and she licked every bit of her pelvic area. Sherry moaned and cooed feeling Gretchen's tongue all over her freshly shaved skin.

Gretchen's tongue then found her pussy crack and flattened out and appeared to spank her vulva with a very fast back and forth motion. Pussy juice poured from Sherry's drenched pussy soaking Gretchen's tongue. Gretchen's tongue snaked all the way down Sherry’s pussy crack to her ass and all the way back to her vulva. Her tongue then lapped up her entire vulva with blinding speed. Sherry’s chirping and moaning became constant now. I could not believe the dexterity of Gretchen's tongue. I watched it flatten into broad surface that almost covered Sherry's little pussy intirely to a long thin snake like creature that was controled by Gretchen's lust but appeared to have mind of it's own. Sherry was holding her hands on her tits and making sounds I have never heard a woman ever make or any human being for that matter.

Gretchen found the perfect moment and drove her tongue all the way into Sherry's pussy and covered her clint and most of her little vulva with her big lips. Gretchen’s lips and mouth and open lips kept moving over both with a gentle puckering motion as she worked over the inside of Sherry’s hot little twat.

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God, Gretchen, and Sherry only knows what Gretchen's tongue did next but I can only speculate it found Sherry's G-spot because another flood of Sherry's pussy juice poured off Gretchen's chin and poured from Sherry's vagina. Sherry was singing the hoot owl song again OOOO, OOOOO, OOOO, OOOOOOOO, OOOOOOOO, GOD YES, OOOOO, OOOOO, OO, Fuck Yeah!!! For a few moments watching this unbelievable spectacle I wished I was a woman.

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I decided Sherry need something to occupy her mouth so I straddled her face and her mouth sucked my cock in like a vacuum. I shot a big load of cum in her throat and she gulped down the first spurt and then I withdrew the head a half an inch or so. She pumped my cock franticly and I sprayed cum on her hungry soft lips and she drank my cum with each big spurt that splattered against her hungry mouth. When she drank every drop of my cum, I buried my cock in her mouth and she sucked it wildly and pumped every drop of cum she could drain from it.

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I could have sworn I heard people in the back yard through the open window but was to preoccupied with Sherry’s wonderful mouth to care. I let Sherry suck my cock for a few moments. I could have sworn I heard moaning coming from the window. I thought about Gretchen and wanted to make sure she was having a good time. Besides that I couldn’t wait to see what Gretchen’s amazing tongue was doing next. So I dismounted Sherry. And found the big rabbit vibrator that Gretchen expressed that she liked so much and went exploring. I lay on the bed where I could see her tongue working over Sherry’s pussy and where I could reach Gretchen’s pussy with the vibrator. Gretchen must really enjoy her work her pussy was dripping wet. I turned on the fuck machine to full blast on all functions and moved it into Gretchen's wet wanting pussy it slid right in easily. I could hear her screams muffled by Sherry's spasming pussy. I positioned it just so to make sure the vibrating "rabbit" was resting gently against her clint. Gretchen came big in about 90 seconds she bucked against the little fuck machine and kind of slumped. I couldn't resist stuffing Gretchen's juicy pussy doggy style for a while. I loved  watching the contorting expressions on Sherry's face while Gretchen's tongue probbed her pussy in ways I could only imadgine.

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Gretchen was just about all in and so was I. I bent down and unplugged Gretchen from Sherry's sweet little pussy and kissed her wet swollen lips softly. Gretchen responded by wrapping me up in her arms and kissed me tenderly over and over. Sherry was lying still on the bed rubbing her pussy and fingering her saturated pussy moaning and shaking. But soon she began to stir and we all lay together with me in the middle. Gretchen and I just lay there kissing softly and holding each other.

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Sherry must have felt a little neglected and moved down and positioned her head between us where she could have access to both Gretchen’s pussy and my cock. She started by sucking my half hard cock and pumped and sucked me almost to another orgasm. I continued to kiss Gretchen tenderly and gaze into her soft blue eyes. When Sherry realized how involved we were with each other she turned her attention to Gretchen’s pussy. Gretchen cocked one of her long legs to allow Sherry to work her magic on her pussy. Gretchen never took her eyes off me and continued to kiss me softly and stroke my face softly. I began kissing Gretchen’s neck and ears and she returned me to her lips kissing me softly and staring into my eyes. She would close her eyes occasionally if little Sherry hit the right spot but always returned her gaze to my eyes. Sherry’s mouth made sucking sounds on Gretchen’s pussy as she went into a pussy munching frenzy now but Gretchen never took her eyes off me. She would whimper slightly while her pussy was being worked over but continued to touch me ever so slightly and kiss me slow and tenderly.

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Gretchen said, “I feel so comfortable with you, I have never met anyone like you.” “I feel accepted for who and what I am by you completely, and I think I am falling in love.”

I kissed her over and over tenderly and smiled, “one day at a time big girl, one day at a time.”

I pulled myself away from sweet Gretchen and took a bead on Sherry's plump little behind. Gretchen rolled over on her back and spread her long legs to give Sherry full access to her pussy. I found some hand lotion on the night stand saturated my cock and Sherry's ass. I positioned myself behind Sherry and her virgin ass and plowed my way in. I could hear Sherry screaming but she never disconnected from Gretchen's pussy. I started fucking her slowly and she pulled away from Gretchen forced backwards thrust buried my cock in her ass. She shrieked and started fucking back against my cock. So I grabbed her plump little hips and started fucking with all I could give her. Gretchen managed to flip around and get her head between Sherry's legs then drove her tongue deep into Sherry's pussy. Sherry came with in seconds and screamed at the top of her lungs. I could feel Gretchen's tongue in Sherry's pussy with my dick. I continued to fuck her with all my might suddenly I felt Gretchen's tongue on my balls she was licking my balls, my dick and Sherry's pussy with her beautiful tongue. I exploded into orgasm in just a few minutes.

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Sherry erupted with HOLY SHIT! I never ever thought sex could be like this my God, shit, Good God that was good. UUUUUMMMM, MMMMM, MMMM, it still feels like I still have your cock up my ass and a big tongue up my pussy. My pussy is still throbbing.

Sherry crawled up and found a pillow and lay panting and exhausted. She began to cry big tears, Oh God I love you Kevin, Oh God I love you Gretchen, MY GOD I LOVE fucking you both. OH GOD YOUR COCK, OH GOD YOUR TONGUE. Shit, kiss me please someone! Oh my god, my pussy, my god my ass, MYY GOD!!! I kissed her then Gretchen kissed her,  I kissed her then Gretchen, I kissed her then Gretchen, I kissed her then Gretchen in rapid sucession we did that back and forth until we had Sherry laughing in hysterics. Gretchen and I joined her and we all cuddled together and Sherry was fast a sleep with in a few minutes.

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I felt myself bonding with both these women more than just a sexual bond. It felt like a family bond, as incestuous as it may be. I prayed that I would have the courage to not run away from the threatening intimacy of the bond. I was feeling for both of them. Yet I knew the real test would be when the honeymoon was over. If I ever felt trapped by the situation I knew that is when I would feel like running.

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"I need another shower," I whispered to Gretchen.

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I got up off the bed and made my way to the shower. The hot water felt so good as the memories and scenes of the super fuck I had lived flashed through my mind. About the time I was finished Gretchen joined me and I soaped Gretchen and rinsed her clean. I had to wash her big tits one more time because the soap felt soo good between my hands and her tits her big rubbery swollen nipples were my focus. She turned around and returned my hands to her tits then reached behind her and soaped my cock and her ass. She slid her slippery ass around on my cock as she placed her hands on mine and rubbed my hands around on her tits. She turned back around smiled and kissed me again. I meant what I said in there. I felt my heart throb and I kissed her again. I really do love you. I love you to. But let's take it slow right now. It's only been two days. We kissed some more. I can tell it's right, women know these things. I reached behind me and turned on the cold water, she screamed and I made it hot again and exited the shower. I'll get you for that, came her sultry voice from the shower.

I looked at the clock and it was 2:45PM. I was putting on my clothes a few minutes later when Gretchen came out of the shower with that terry cloth robe on and said are you leaving?

Well for now babe, I'll be back, I just want to get out for a while and think about what you said and some other things.

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Besides I have to work tomorrow. You want me to cook dinner?

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None for me babe, maybe tomorrow. Besides sounds like you and Sherry have lots to talk about. You gona let her stay here?

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 Oh yeah, she can live here as long as she wants.

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"She is in good hands," I heard my self say.

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"So are you big guy."

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I felt my face grin. Bye then see you tomorrow.

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We kissed and I couldn't help feeling those firm nipples again. Gretchen followed me to the door and stood in the doorway smiling.

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Fullfilling His Wishes

Timber69 on Sex Stories

Opening the door to your bedroom, I swing the door open to an amazing sight that stops me in my tracks.  The room was dimly lit only by candles that lined the room giving off a pleasing aroma.  There you stood in front of the bed in a full catholic school girl uniform, knee high stockings and black shoes included.  Your hair in pig tails held up by ribbons that match your skirt.  You have one finger in your mouth and have the most innocent  look I have seen from you.  I have never been more turned on by you and drop everything I have in my hand and slowly start to walk over to you.  Looking you up and down my mouth is open in aw at the beautiful sight in front of me.  You lean in and whisper in my ear "tonight I am all yours to do with as you

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please"

As you back a way I have a big grin on my face and lean in and start to kiss you.  Our lips meet and you slide your tongue into my mouth  searching to find mine.  You start to unbutton my shirt exposing my skin and start to move your kisses down to my neck and collarbone.  You undo my belt buckle and unzip my pants.  My cock spills out as it can no longer be contained as you take the rest off. 

I pull you up and start kissing you again before telling you to get on your knees.   You smile and say "yes sir" slowly sliding down till your on your knees with my hard cock inches from your face.  There is a bit of precum on the  head of my dick that I tell you to lick off.  You proceed to start licking the head of my dick getting all of the precum off and then sit back licking your lips. Next I tell you to open your mouth as I take my hands and grab your pigtails pulling your head and mouth to my dick.  My dicks starts to slide slowly into your mouth until it has disappeared down your throat and you have taken my whole dick in your mouth.  I start to pick up the pace as you suck my cock with relish.  You love having your mouth filled with my cock.  I let go of your hair and let you take over.  You start to suck harder and faster putting my dick all the way to the back of your throat and then taking it out and licking the head.  I feel my first orgasm of the night building so I grab your head and push my cock all the way in to your mouth.  I start fucking your mouth hard and fast until I blow my load of hot cum in your mouth.  Its so much cum that you can't take it all you pull my cock out of your mouth letting me shoot the rest of the cum onto your lips and chin.  You clean the rest of the cum off my dick letting out a long moan of pleasure. 

You stand up and have a huge grin on your face.  You kiss me once and then I tell you to slowly take off your shirt and skirt as the night was far from over.  I sit on the edge of the bed as you slowly unbutton your shirt exposing your perfect supple tits.  You remove the skirt that was covering your beautiful bald pussy.  I motion for you to come over to me your tits right in my face.  I start to lick your nipples and put them all in my mouth alternating between each nipple.  I suck on them making them hard and then I give one a bite and you let out a soft moan. 

I pull back and I can already tell you are very wet without even touching your pussy yet.  I tell you to spread open you lips and show me your clit.  You slowly obey exposing spreading your pink lips exposing your clit which I proceed to slowly give it a few licks.  I tell you to lay down on the bed and spread your legs. 
Your glistening pussy is fully exposed for me to see as you start to rub on your pussy.  I tell you to slide two fingers into yourself.  You moan as the first and then the second slides into your wet pussy.  I have enough of watching and slide two fingers of my own to join your two fingers inside your pussy.  Alternating our fingers in and out of your pussy you are moaning very loud now in enjoyment.  I tell you to stop and to put your fingers in your mouth.  You lick your own juices off your fingers smiling at me as you do.

I then can wait no longer and slide my big dick inside of your well lubricated slit. My dick completely fills your pussy as I pound it all the way inside of you slowly at first and then I pick up the pace and begin to fuck you hard and fast. 
You are in complete ecstasy and are screaming at me to fuck you hard.   Your pussy clamps down on my dick as you have your cum all over my dick.  I keep thrusting and then stop all of a sudden to tease you.   You yell at me to fuck you...your begging to be fucked again...I tell you to get on your hands and knees and you just smile.   Rolling over I can now see your perfect round ass and dripping pussy.  I start to run my dick up and down your ass and then finally giving you what you want I slide it roughly back into your pussy.

I am fucking you hard and fast grabbing hold of your pigtails again as I am thrusting in you.  I am close to cumming again...I tell you to spread open your ass...I want to cum all over it. You spread open your ass exposing your tight hole to me...I  pull my dick out of your pussy and start stroking it until I blow another large load of cum all over your ass.   It drips down your ass on to your pussy which you push inside of your still open hole with your fingers. 
I start to rub my dick up and down your pussy and ass not aware of what you had planned.  As I am rubbing the cum all over your ass all of a sudden when I am next to your hole you push back hard against me...the next thing I know...pop the head of my dick is in your ass...You let out a loud moan of pleasure and pain and just look back at me with a smile.  All you say is "fuck my ass" My one wish I have never gotten to do with you, I obey your command and slowly start to slide in.  Slowly as I can deeper in your ass until I am all the way in.  I stay where I am at letting you get used to my cock filling your ass.   I stay still till you scream out FUCK ME HARD...I start moving up and down and now am thrusting harder and harder.   It feels amazing being in your tight ass I tell you to slide your fingers back into your pussy as I fuck you.  Your fingers thrust into your pussy hard and fast.  You dont last long and are cumming again...your cum soaking my balls as I fuck you harder and harder in your ass.  I feel it building again and I am close and you can tell as I start to moan more for you.  "Fill my ass with cum" are the last thing I hear before I cum for the last time of the night filling your ass with my warm cum.   I  slowly pull my dick out and cum oozes out down all over your pussy.  Your hand still there from fingering your pussy rubbing all of my cum onto your pussy.  Looking down at my cum soaked dick I have one last request.  I tell you that my dick is still cover in com.  You turn around and look at me and crack a grin...this lets me know you understood.  You move over to me and grip my dick and then slowly slide it down your throat for the last time of the night sucking all of the cum and juices off my dick.  You move up and both kneeling now for a long passionate kiss then falling down you laying in my arms drifting off to sleep both completely satisfied about the night.

 

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Oregon = Not Boring

duhart41 on Sex Stories

    Back when I was in high school, I thought about wanting to go to the University of Oregon. The sports intrigued me and so did the the fact that they didn't have sales tax, but that's a different story. So in all, I chose to come out to Arizona and after three years, I don't regret choosing Arizona over Oregon. That is until I started talking my friend Drea. I met her through one of those online dating sites, you know, the sites where you think girls would be knocking at your mailbox where instead, they play hard to get even still. Well yeah, that's where I met Drea. Now her, unlike other girls I've dealt with is very aggresive when it comes down to things. And yes, one of those things happens to be sex. but more on that later...
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Indeed that is true, we do live two states apart but that is exactly where my story begins.
    I got in touch with my friend Jeremiah from high school in mid November. He decided to go to a community college in Oregon and then transfer to a bigger school. Me and him were best of friends throughout all of high school. He had told me that him and his girlfriend just had a new baby four months ago and I had to fly out to see it, he would even pay for my ticket. So I got the time off from work and flew up to Oregon. Now for those of you who have never been to Oregon, it is balls cold when winter is getting ready to hit. At least for me it is, I'm a tropical person. I landed in Eugene and Jeremiah came and picked me up. It was nice seeing him again after so many years apart. It was like two brothers being reunited again.
   
    We drove to his house and his girlfriend was in the kitchen cooking dinner. She was a lot better looking in person than pictures did her justice. She greeted me with a smile and a hug and me and Jeremiah proceeded to sit in the living room and watch TV. We relaxed the rest of the night, talked about the good old times, and dinner was fabulous. However, one strange thing happened during dinner. Jeremiah and I were carrying on our conversation about the good times from high school when I felt a foot creep its way up my leg and towards my crotch. Now, I knew for a fact that it wasn't Jeremiah because, yeah, he isn't gay and neither am I. So I glanced out the corner of my eye and see that his girlfriend is concentrating pretty hard on something and I finally realized that...well duh...it was her foot. One of my very good friends' girlfriend was playing with my dick at the dinner table, right in front of her boyfriend who she just had a baby by four months earlier. It was crazy.
   
    When dinner was finished, they cleaned up the table and I went to the room I was staying in and got ready for bed. My door was cracked when I heard her say that she was going to go on her late night jog around the neighborhood. Jeremiah gave her a kiss and went to their room. I was relieved cause not only was she good at teasing with her foot, she wanted me. I knew that it was wrong, I knew that I couldn't just double cross my friend like that. I laid down in bed and turned off the desk light. A couple of minutes passed by and I still wasn't asleep. That's when I heard the front door open and close. She had just gotten back from her run. I rolled onto my back and listened carefully to her footsteps as they came closer and closer to my door. They stopped...she slowly opened the door and crept inside closing the door behind her carefully. She was wearing some skin tight running shorts and a sports bra. For a woman who just had a baby, she had regained her figure rather fast. I knew that she couldn't have mistaken my room for that of her boyfriends. I tried my best to stay quiet so that she would think that I was asleep already and would just leave. But then the thoughts of her playing with my dick came back to mind, my dick started getting hard under the covers and made a lump. She knew that I wasn't asleep, she moved closer to the bed and began caressing the lump that my dick had created. After a while, I just couldn't take it anymore. I whispered to her "your boyfriend is down the hall". "I don't care". She replied with a smile.
   
    She pulled the covers off of me and climbed on top of me and began griding against my dick. Luckily, I was wearing basketball shorts so even though the grinding did feel great, it didn't get out of hand. That is until she took off her running shorts. My mind started to wander as I couldn't help but look at her nice, shaved pussy. She walked closer to my head and lifted on leg across my body, her pussy just being inches away from my face. She slowly started rubbing her pussy, I couldn't help myself, I fought the temptation of reaching up and rubbing it but eventually, I gave in. I reached up and used my thumb to rub at the top of her pussy. She began to moan as her clit was being stimulated by the touch of my fingers. She removed her leg and began pulling down my shorts, by this time my dick was ready to explode as my boxer briefs kept them concealed but did a bad job at it. When it flopped out, she was surprised by the size, "I thought Jeremiah's was big, this is huge".
   
    She took it into her mouth and slowly bobbed her head back and forth on top of it. Her tongue swirled around the head as she took it back inside her mouth. Her pussy couldn't take it anymore as she climbed on top and slid it in between her lips, teasing the mouth with my head before finally sliding down on top. She rode on top of me, grinding back and forth, riding me like a bronco. Her breathing became deeper and heavier, she lifted up her sports bra as her B size breast (by my guess) were set free. I reached up and began rubbing and caressing her nipples and breast. She began bucking harder as I started thrusting my dick deeper into her pussy. I couldn't believe that I was fucking my best friends girlfriend. In one long, low moan, she orgasmed all over my dick. I can't believe that happened, though it was awesome, I still can't believe it. We rolled over and I jammed my dick back inside of her pussy. I started off slow as she was still coming down from the orgasm until she said, "fuck me like you mean it". I start thrusting harder and harder, going deeper, hitting the back of her pussy and she was loving every second of it. I felt the cum building up inside my dick as I began to moan, my climax was approaching, faster, faster, faster. She pulled away from my dick and went down and put it in her mouth and began sucking. My cum drowned her throat.
     
    The next morning, I woke up still in disbelief that what happened really did happen. I got dressed and walked into the kitchen. Jeremiah was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, his girlfriend was nowhere to be found.
Jeremiah-"What's up man?"
Me-"Nothing much, just woke up."
Jeremiah-"How'd you sleep? I heard that bed is more comfortable than the one we have in our room"
Me-"Yeah, I was out like a light."
Jeremiah-"What are your plans for today? Me and my girl gotta head to work and won't be home till the early evening, you can help yourself to anything in our house."
Me-"Thanks man"
Wow, it's as if nothing ever happened. And I thought that this was going to be a boring vacation.
To be continued...

Naruto part 1

Ledz on Sex Stories

   Naruto walked down the street, he had barely been back from his travels and just wanted to see everything. People vaguely noticed Naruto, he had grown up a bit and had changed, still he caught smiles from the people he knew.

   Naruto turned down an alley; a figure quickly darted around the corner,

   "That's odd", said Naruto, he quickened his pace and chased around the corner, "Ah-ha I've caught," but he stopped, there was no one there. He looked at the empty alley, nothing but a dumpster. Naruto walked over to the dumpster and looked in, "no one there" he said quietly.

A sound issued from behind him, Naruto spun around and s

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aw the body of Hinata Hyuuga hiding behind him.

   "Hinata what are you doing there?" he asked, Hinata blushed,

   "I was hiding,” she said very quietly,

   "From what?" asked Naruto,

   "Some men were chasing me and saying things", whispered Hinata beginning to cry.

  Naruto surveyed Hinata, she had grown up, her hair was long, she was taller and had a far better physique, Naruto couldn't help notice Hinata's breasts had gone from some little things to ones a bit smaller than Tsunade's but still big enough.

   "What are you looking at, Naruto?" asked Hinata through sobs.

   "You, you have gotten very beautiful Hinata,” said Naruto moving closer to Hinata, "Very beautiful indeed". Hinata smiled but continued to sob even harder. Naruto moved closer to Hinata, he hugged Hinata and patted her on the back, "It's ok, I'm here now", Hinata smiled and without thinking kissed Naruto on the lips, slipping him the tongue.

   "Oh, sorry Naruto, I don't know what came over me" she said pulling away, blushing. Naruto smiled and lent in and kissed her again, slipping her the tongue. The pair embraced for a few minutes before pulling away,” Oh Naruto, I love you", Naruto smiled down at her.

   Hinata pulled away and removed her top, large breasts popped out, pink nipples stood out like large pencil erasers, "Please Naruto, take my virginity, I want to be with you".

   "Ok, Hinata" said Naruto, he reached up and played with the nipples, Hinata moaned slightly, Naruto looked down at her crotch, a wet mark had appeared were her pussy would be, "Hinata your getting wet" he said softly.

    Hinata pulled away her pants; a nice shaven pussy appeared, glinting slightly with a liquid sheen. Naruto bent down and stuck his tongue; the tight, warm hole welcomed the invader, excreting more warm liquid.

   "Oh Naruto, more, more", Begged Hinata, Naruto began sucking on her clit like a baby from the mothers nipple, Hinata moaned in ecstasy, "YEEESSSSS!!!!" She moaned loudly.

   Hinata looked down at Naruto, she glimpsed a bulge in his pants, judging by her limited knowledge of hard-ons, and she guessed Naruto was on the well-endowed side in the sex organ area. Hinata rubbed her foot on Naruto’s dick, Naruto pulled away and smiled.

   “Why didn’t you ask?” Naruto stood up and pulled of his top and then down with his pants, his dick sprang up quickly, it was at least 11 inches. Hinata blushed,

   “That’s very big Naruto”, she said quietly as she reached out one hand and began to stroke it. Her hand went up and down the shaft; it pulsed in her hand, a clear liquid slowly oozing from the tip of the swollen head. Hinata slowly worked up the courage to lick it, her tongue moved closer to the head, finally touching its tip. She became more bold and liquid up the drips of pre-cum, ‘it doesn’t taste that bad’ she though to herself.

   Hinata became even more bold and began trying to fit the large dick in her mouth, the dicks sheer size stretched her mouth and slid quickly to the back of her mouth. She pulled away, gagging.

   “What’s wrong?” asked Naruto

   “It’s too big” she said smiling, Naruto smiled back

   “Try it slowly”, suggested Naruto and Hinata nodded before gingerly sticking the huge cock back in her mouth. She sucked and used her tongue like a pro, wiping it over the head, collecting the oozing pre-cum. She began stroking the shaft again with her hand while the other massaged Naruto’s balls.

   Naruto moaned with pleasure at the feeling of what Hinata was doing, she was a goddess far beyond Sakura. Naruto cupped and fondled with Hinata’s breasts, they were nice and firm, but big and large too, Tsunade’s were larger and softer. Hinata’s head bobbed in the direction of Naruto’s body and back again, sucking the shaft and head, she looked at the pubes on Naruto, as she gained courage and got closer to his body, they got dangerously close to her eyes.

   Naruto pulled away, “Hinata let me stick it in”, Hinata nodded and pulled away and backed herself up against the wall and slid down, Naruto moved in towards her and knelt down, he lined his cock up with her pussy and gingerly pushed it in.

Hinata’s hole was tight and really moist, it sucked the cock in further, keeping it warm and sheltered, Hinata moaned slightly as she felt the huge rod inside her body.      Naruto gently pulled his cock out, when the shaft was out all the way up to the head he pushed back in again, slowly and softly. Hinata moaned silently at the feeling of the long, thick slab inside her cunt, tenderising her hole.

   “Harder Naruto, Harder, I want to feel it rip my pussy to shreds”, screamed Hinata, Naruto obliged and began thrusting harder and faster, Hinata screamed and moaned, the feeling of Naruto’s cock ripping her insides was too much. Hinata let out a loud moan and orgasmed, her first orgasm, hot liquid oozed out of her pussy and onto the cold ground, soaking Naruto’s cock in the process.

   Hinata smiled, “more please”, Naruto smiled back and began thrusting again, his dick into her pussy, quicker and quicker his pace went, digging as deep as he could inside. He groped at Hinata’s tits, fondling them as he pushed in and out, Hinata came again and Naruto felt he was on the verge too.

   Naruto pulled out, “I’m about to come”, he said between gasps, Hinata nodded and instantly went down on Naruto and began sucking off Naruto. The large cock was covered in her pissy juices, she enjoyed the taste of it, she made a mental note to finger and suck off her pussy juice. Hinata bobbed up and down on the cock, licking the head, Naruto moaned loudly.

   “Shit, I’m coming”, then all of a sudden white sperm erupted out of the head and fell through the air onto Hinata’s face, tits and mouth. For many seconds the eruption lasted before it stopped and Hinata began licking the cum off her face.

   Hinata looked up and smiled, “This was a lot of fun Naruto, we should do it again”, Naruto nodded, “Yes, we should but I have to go and see Tsunade now so we can’t”.

jonnyboi on Sex Stories

hi this is my first storie so please let me no what you think of it

thanks

i was starting work like every other sataday night. i worked at a local fast food store. i was working with a manger and her name was kath. she was 46 years old and had a nice figer for her age. i allways walk behind her so that i could look at her ass. it was not the best but for some reason i just did.

everything was going fine untill she stared to catch me looking at her ass that night. after about the tenth time she asked me cut this out to we close. saying this it had my head spining about what she ment. i didnt have a clue what she ment out of all that. well i was soon to find out about that.

for the rest of the t

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ime untill we closed i was thinking about what she had said. she was making it easy for me to figer out. we had 45 min left by this time she had 2 buttons of her work shirt undon so i cloud see the bra that she had on. it was red nad very sexy. it was like she had planned for this to happen

to me it looked like she had a nice set of 38d. they where a bit saggy because she had haven 3 kids by this time. i could not wait till close so i had to go out the back and let some the the preaser off. when i came back from that it was only five min till we could shut them doors. by this time it was just me and her left on the shift.

we where closed finily. she came up to me a grabed me by the hand and said lets go into the store room where there is no camras. we head down there very fast so we could get into it. this 46 year old mature pushed me down and pulled down her pantes and panties. the panties where red to and you could see that she haddnt shaven for along time at that. she was hairy.

she then said lick it you dirty boy. i said "what do you want me to do" she said lick it now befor i tell on you for slpping me on the ass. i said i didnt even do that and kath saying they dont no that do they. she foruced my head down and made me lick her 46 year old hairy cunt that had pushed 3 kids out of. i had my tougn there flicking her clit and driving will alll the way into her wet pussy and i mean wet. i ended up likeing the tast of her cunt. she was moaning so load that i thoght that we where going to get found with out a dout. thins turned me on more. by this time i was realy hard and i wanted to fuck that mature pussy so bad.

after she had cumed three time on my face she told me to suck on her nipples which i did with out think about it. and the end of that i had brest milk in my mouth. i kind of liked it. then it was ly turn i said on your knees. then kath said NO this is not about u this is for me. you had all the fun looking at me now u have to pay me back. she said its time for you to fuck this old girl. and hard i want the 16 year old cock in me now

she took of my pants and said that she had picked well. with that i slamed it in her and kath as i did she gave a aloud scream. so i stoped to see if everything was ok. she said what the fuck are you doing get back to it. i started off slow sticking my cock in and out of her wet hairy pussy. it was so good i was loving every bit of it and wanted for this to last forever. but she wanted it hard. she stared screaming at me saying fuck that old hairy cunt play with them nippels. i was so wound up with this i slaped her so hard on the ass that she let out a yelp. but she told me to keep doing it to her. at this time she was starting to hum. you could tell that she was aboout to cumm all over the place and so was i. i stared thrashing that pussy nad she loved it. i could fell the cum starting to flow. with the last 5 thrust my balls where hit on her ass. then it happend. i cumed all in her pussy nad still kept fucking her till i was all out.

i pulled out that a heap of cum leaked all out of her cunt into the gorund.

 

part 2 cumming soon 

The Making of a Whore

Melodysings98 on Sex Stories

The Making of A Whore

Part One

Chapter One

Lydia huddled quietly in the dark corner alley feeling the crisp cold air crush her body and nearly send her asthmatic lungs into a spasm. She coughed as silently as she could and covered herself more tightly with the shawl wrapping her body. She didn’t know how she would make it another night on the cold damp streets. She thought maybe she should suck it up and just go home. But she knew her grandparents would punish her severely. Newly of age Lydia was determined there had to be something better than putting up with her Uncle and her grandparents. They just didn’t understand the freedom she needed, didn’t understand she needed her friends, her activities, her boyfriend. But ever since the abortion seeing Ru

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ss had been out of the question. They forbade her from seeing him, and he never ever wanted to see her again, not after finding out she was no longer carrying his baby.

They had done it one time, one time only and that was all it took. But Lydia knew in the back of her mind, it may have been the other time. That one other time.. With.. She closed her eyes tight didn’t want to think about it.

Lydia felt her body start to relax and slowly felt herself start to drift off. Enough of that, she won’t think about it.

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Lydia awoke with a start feeling a sharp poke, poking her in the chest and a flash light shining in her face. “Oh god.” She thought what now. She stared up at the hard face, and then down a bit more to the badge on his chest.

“Miss, sorry no vagrancy move on!” he said in a sharp tone.

“Yes.” Lydia nodded getting to her feet. “I am sorry.” she muttered looking at the ground.

“I will never understand you young women going to the most dangerous places in town when you run off.” The officer shook his head in disgust. “Go home if you know what’s good for you.”

Lydia nodded and quickly started to make her way down the alley and into the street, looking behind her to make sure she wasn’t being followed. It was the second time in three nights an officer had told her to move on. Lydia walked a bit further chilled to the bone vaguely aware that she wasn’t thinking clearly. Lack of sleep, hunger it was all taking its toll. In the distance she heard faint sirens, police cars, fire trucks, very busy city, which scared her when she was used to her small town.

Lydia heard the faint sound of a car coming up beside her. She walked a little faster but the car slowed. She heard the sound of the windows rolling down. “Hey you girl what you doing out here,” It was a male voice with a deep southern tone. She looked over, it looked to be a black male in his late twenties. Lydia picked up her pace. “Your homeless aren’t you, girl your gonna freeze to death.” Lydia turned and looked at the stranger a tear forming in her eyes trying to keep warm. “I got a warm car here its my home,” the stranger said with a grin. “and you need to get warm, I’ll let you in here for the night, get you some food, you just got to be a little nice to me. “

“What do you mean?” Lydia asked walking closer to the car. She leaned down to peer in. “Its so cold mister.”

“Not much baby you get in here and suck my cock, keep me warm and you will make it through the night. Its twenty degrees, I have some bologna.”

Lydia stared into the mans deep dark eyes and knew she didn’t have a choice. She had no where to go, nowhere to stay. Lydia nodded and walked over to the passenger side of the old car and crawled in.

“There you go baby see not that bad. Come scoot next to me we will find a place to park it for the night. My names Marcus what’s yours?”

“Lydia.” She stated coldly looking ahead at the road feeling her body start to warm from the cold.

“Pretty white girl like you shouldn’t be out there on that street Lydia.” Marcus laughed pulling into what looked like a deserted warehouse parking lot.

And Marcus was right Lydia was very pretty. Cool green eyes, long flowing red hair, curves in all the right places, she may have been eighteen but she certainly looked older and more mature. The only thing that may have gave away her age was the high school Senior class sweatshirt she wore on her back.

“I really need that sandwich.” Lydia begged as Marcus shut the engine off.

“Ok baby, “ Marcus leaned over into the back seat and grabbed what looked like a sandwich wrapped in newspaper. Handing it to her the bread felt old and stale but she ate it quickly for fear he would take it back. She hunched down in the seat and relaxed finally having a warm place to rest a moment.

She saw Marcus out of the corner of her eye still messing around with stuff in the back seat. He came back up front and lit up a long joint. Inhaling deeply he turned and laughed when he seen the expression on Lydia’s face. “Have some girl.” He said putting the joint in front of her.

“I’ve never..” She stammered.

“Come-on it will make the night pass easier, just a little.” Lydia took the joint from his hands and took a quick puff inhaling and then coughed the pot hit her lungs. She waited a moment and felt her body start to relax.

“Now for me.” Marcus said grinning at her “Don’t worry I can tell your not a street whore, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.”

Lydia bit her lower lip knowing what was coming. She thought to herself wondering if there was away out of it, but she couldn’t see a way. She looked down as she saw Marcus undo the buttons on his jeans and pulled her closer. “Its ok baby I wont hurt you, just use that pretty little mouth and make me happy.”

Lydia reached over and reached her cold hands down into Marcus’s pants finding his cock she lightly began to stroke him. She felt a bit sick to her stomach, and her mind was crying no, but she knew what she needed to do.

“Yea baby.” Marcus moaned feeling her soft hands lightly stroke his shaft up and down. “That’s it be a good little whore.” She felt his hand on the back of her head pushing her down to his cock. She smelled him the moment her head reached his lap. Lydia pulled his cock the rest of the way out of his pants and lightly licked her lips. Her soft red hair fell around him as she lowered her mouth down upon his thick black cock.

Lydia had only seen two cocks in her life. She gasped at the size of Marcus. Just as she gasped she felt him ram his cock deep into her mouth pushing at the back of her throat.

“Suck it bitch.” Marcus moaned. Lydia cried out as she felt herself start to gag. She relaxed her muscles and pulled up her head. She lightly traced his member with her tongue licking lightly on the head tasting his salty pre cum in her mouth. She lightly licked down the base down a little further her tongue flicking at his balls.

She surprisingly felt herself growing wet. Her pussy which normally never responds was responding to sucking this cock. She pushed her mouth down once again taking all of Marcus in her mouth. Her sucking noises combined with Marcus’s heavy breathing. She could tell he was enjoying this cock sucking he was getting. As his excitement built she felt him start to pulsate one long thrust into her mouth, to the back of her throat she felt the warm salty semen spew into her mouth. The taste and the sensation new to her she felt herself start to gag. Marcus quickly handed her a tissue lifting her head she did the best she could to swallow the huge load he had given her.  A bit of his cum seeped out of her mouth and onto her lips.   He handed her a bottle of water she quickly took a drink.

“Good girl.” Marcus smiles. “Did that make your panties wet?”

“Yes.” Lydia admitted nodding her head.

“I’m not going to fuck you tonight sweetie, I have a woman, but I would love to see you play with that pussy. Get yourself off you little cum slut. Would you like that Lydia?”

Lydia nodded. “Take them pants down and let me see that pussy,” Marcus ordered. “And don’t be offended when I call you a whore, but baby after that, it is what you are deal with it.”

Lydia pushed her jeans off quickly looking around outside to make sure no one could see. She pushed her light yellow panties down next feeling their dampness. She leaned back against the passenger door and put her legs in the seat. She slowly parted her legs and moistened her fingers with her mouth.

“That’s It baby make your self happy.” Marcus begged. Lydia lay back a little more and spread her legs so that Marcus could get a full view of her tight wet pussy. She knew she was being very bad but suddenly she didn’t care. All she cared about that very moment was her orgasm.

She slowly started stroking her clit. Closing her eyes she felt her passion start to build. She so needed to cum. So needed the escape from the feeling it would give her. Rubbing herself faster in a circular motion she so wanted something inside of her. She reached down further and lightly inserted one finger into her wet gushing pussy. Lydia moaned loudly bucking her hips picturing Marcus’s hard thick cock in her mouth. Remembering the taste of his cum running down her lips and out of her mouth. She felt her finger being pushed away from her pussy opening as she still worked her clit. She gasped as she felt a hard object enter her.

“You looked like you needed help.” Marcus whispered pulling the object out of her pussy showing her the end of a hair brush and quickly putting it back in. “Your pussy is not good enough for my cock baby.” he whispered. “Fuck the brush.” Lydia moaned loudly as she felt her body start the quake. Her orgasm released and she felt wet liquid spurt out of her, as her pussy spasm’s clutched the brush in her tight opening. “Good girl, get dressed.” Marcus ordered. “You are just the type of girl the streets need.” He said with a laugh as he started the car to warm it again.

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Chapter 2

Lydia looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. She had managed to get a quick shower in the truck stop showers. Marcus had given her toothpaste and a toothbrush,  samples of shampoo and conditioner,  and told her to get her filthy ass cleaned up. As she looked in the mirror she realized at least after a nights sleep she didn’t look so haggard as she had the day before. Her stomach had even ceased to rumbling after the breakfast Marc had fed her. It wasn’t much a cold biscuit and sausage a café had thrown out. Marcus had given her two options that morning,  go home, or with him to Memphis where the streets weren’t as dangerous. He had told her its where he’s from he was going to see his baby and his babies mama, his woman. He had told her she cant stay with him, but he would be around and about to see about her on the streets. All they needed was the gas money to get the rest of the way there.

She knew there was no way she was going to go home. There was nothing there for her. And while Memphis was four hours from home maybe she could start new there. So she agreed to help Marcus get the gas money when he suggested it. One time would not make her a hooker or a prostitute.  She wasn’t taking the money he was, so she wasn’t getting paid. She bargained with herself that she was not a paid whore. Even though the night before she had let a perfectly strange man fuck her mouth for a place to sleep.

Lydia met Marcus back outside of the truck stop. A large man stood beside him. He looked quiet greasy and a bit threatening. Marcus took Lydia aside and told her to go with the man he got fifty dollars. “What does he want?” Lydia asked.

“I dunno.” Marcus replied flatly. “You find out.”

Lydia followed the strange man to his rig and took the help he offered as she entered it.

“In the back.” he grunted. “Get the pants off I just got a few minutes, got to get back on the road.”

He sneered at her as she quickly removed her pants and panties. She saw the sleeper cab bed and lay down patting the bed beside her. He shook his head.

“Roll over whore I am not fucking that nasty pussy.” Lydia felt him grab her and push her quickly to her knees, bending her over forcefully holding her head to the bed she heard him unbuckle his belt and heard his zipper go down. “Get that ass in the air.” He said roughly.

“No I… Please no.” Lydia pleaded.

“Shut the fuck up bitch.” She felt him push her ass cheeks apart and forcefully push his hard cock in her dry ass.

Lydia cried out in pain feeling as if the strange mans cock was ripping her ass in two. She heard him spit on his hand and then felt a little moisture enter her ass. She cried out in pain tears rolling down her cheeks. She heard him grunt a few times and then he was done. She felt his body trembled as he came in her young ass. “Get out of here girl don’t know what your crying about you wanted it and the fifty bucks.” He punched her forcefully in the back knocking the wind out of her and then she heard him leave the truck.

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Lydia watched as the scenery went by. She was still crying from what the truck driver had done to her. Marcus kept asking her what he did. but she refused. After thirty or so minutes he had had enough and pulled off the interstate and took an old country road. He parked the car and looked at her.

“I want to know right now what you had to do, answer me Lydia!   You don’t want me to leave you here!” Marcus demanded.

“God he did my ass okay, are you happy,” Lydia bellowed out feeling her cheeks start to burn. “I had never in my life, never..”

Marcus patted the seat beside him and pulled her over to him. “I am sorry baby, I am here to take care of you while you are with me. Stuff like that gets easier. I promise.”

Lydia wiped the tears from her eyes and buried her face into his chest and let him hold her.

“Did it feel good at all describe it?” Marcus enquired.

“No it hurt, It hurt like he was ripping me in two. He was forceful and mean, he hurt me.” Lydia cried.

“Its ok baby lets make you feel better ok, like last night make you feel better. Will you do that for me.” Marcus asked.

Lydia nodded thinking it was very sweet of Marcus to be so caring of her feelings. She felt him unbuttoning her pants and pulling them down over her hips, he tugged at her panties and ripped them away from her. “Its ok baby you will feel better now.”

Lydia lay back against the passenger window once again and spread her legs for Marcus. “You have such a pretty pussy baby. Stroke it show me how you like it.”

“Mmm my clits so hard.” Lydia purred.

Marcus reached down in the floor board and picked up a corona bottle. “Lets try this ok baby?”

“I want you Marcus.” Lydia whimpered.

“No I can’t baby I told you I have a woman. Pretend this is me.” Lydia closed her eyes as she felt the cold hard end of the glass bottle enter her pussy. “Your such a whore baby, only whores will fuck anything to get off. Not good enough for my cock baby, come on baby get off for me. And maybe later you can earn us a steak dinner?”

Lydia moaned feeling her pussy start to gush again. Her body spasming, things she had never experienced before the day before. At that moment she knew she might just do anything for Marcus.

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Dinner was good. They had eaten right outside of Memphis. Lydia had scored the money off a guy for the dinner with out really doing much, Marcus set it up. This time all that was required was a hand job. Thankfully she thought to herself they had reached their destination. She wouldn’t be cheapening her body anymore. Never again she swore.

Chapter 3

Lydia looked around the cheap room and set on the bed with a sigh. Marcus had dropped her off down the street just an hour earlier. She wasn’t quiet sure when she would see him again or what she would do, but he had seen to it that she had a free room for the night in a cheap flea bag motel. She found it odd he was able to get the room freely but she didn’t question him. He had told her that after tonight it would be up to her to find a place at night, rather it be an alley, or a shelter, or even try to be nice to the men at the motel. But he told her to stay in the immediate area so that he could find her. He reassured her he would be checking in on her. Told her to do whatever she needed to do to survive. It was the only way to live out here.

Lydia crawled into the warm bed fully clothed, and quickly drifted off to sleep. She wasn’t asleep long however. Soon her dreams awoke her. Crying into her pillow she covered her head praying for sleep. Ever since the night her uncle had violently raped her she had the same dream over and over. She tried hard to shut it out, to forget about it. If it wasn’t for him, maybe she would go home. But with him there she knew she never would.

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Morning came early, but Lydia slept in as late as she could before she knew she had to be out of the room. When she entered the cold outside she knew she didn’t need to be spending the whole day outside. Lydia spent the day in thrift stores. At the first store she lifted a big book bag, at the second she stole long sleeve shirts stuffing them in the bag, running out of the store afraid of being caught. The third she lifted some pants and some undergarments, she had never stole a day in her life but she needed these things. The last thing she stole she really didn’t need, but a make-up kit sat on the shelf, she could tell it had been used, but she wanted it.

As night began to fall Lydia felt the first signs of hunger creeping up on her. No money she walked casually into a corner grocery and quickly grabbed some snack crackers running out as fast as she could and back down the street. Hearing “Miss wait!” Behind her. Lydia ran all the way back to the motel she had stayed at that morning. There was an alley way. She walked into the darkness and sat on the cold ground. Hungrily she ate the crackers her body shivering. She wasn’t ready to go to a shelter, what if they tried to convince her to go home! She layered her clothing with her new clothes and soon fell asleep. The first time she ever was able to sleep the whole night through on the cold ground.

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The next night Lydia returned to the same dark corner by the motel. The temperature had fallen even more drastically that day. When she could barely take it any longer she entered the motels lobby to try and warm her shivering cold body. The night manager looked at her coldly. “Miss your not a guest here you must get out.”

Lydia nodded bumping into an older man as she exited the building with a sob. The older man must have heard her sobs, because he turned and followed her out of the building. “Miss are you ok?” He asked.

Lydia looked at the man and sized him up. He looked to be in his late sixties, quiet grandfatherly. His leather coat was very outdated, the same could be said for his bowling hat, and patchwork slacks. He held a simple cane that was obviously used to help him get around. “No sir, I am not ok.” She cried. “If you help me I will do anything please mister just for tonight, anything.”

The man grinned understanding and told her to come with him. She followed him through the motel lobby ignoring the stare from the night manager. When they entered his room she had never been so relieved to feel the warmth hit her body.

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“So by anything you mean..?” the older man asked her rubbing his chin. Sizing Lydia up as she removed her layers of clothing to where she was down to her last layer.

Lydia nodded her head. “Yes sir anything.”

“What are you some kinda hooker?” He asked with a chuckle.

“No sir.” Lydia said looking at the ground.

“My name is John.” He said looking at Lydia intently, “What is yours?”

“Lydia.” She replied.

“Well Lydia I think I will take you up on that. You think you can handle this old man?” the old man laughed and cackled thinking he was pretty funny. “Go ahead make your self at home.”

Lydia watched as John left the room and heard the shower turn on. The old man returned in his white boxers and white tee shirt freshly showered. He smiled kindly at Lydia and told her to go shower he would wait for her. “Don’t bother getting dressed though.” He said with a faint blush.

Lydia showered quickly and came back out in just her bra and panties. The yellow panties that had been so soaked with her juices a few nights before.

John patted the bed beside him and she sat down timidly. John reached up and lightly stroked her arm. He traced his fingers up to her neck and then pulled her closer to him, pulling her closer and kissed her firmly on the lips. He didn’t really move his lips, didn’t try to part them with his tongue, but kissed her just the same. She felt his fingers move lightly down her neck over her cleavage and down caressing her breasts. “Your bra and panties please,” He whispered. Lydia quickly obliged. The old man stood and removed his clothing. Lydia felt herself blush seeing his wrinkled body. “I haven’t been with a woman in a very long while, not since my wife passed.” The man whispered.

Lydia immediately felt her heart go out to him. She stretched out her body on the bed and patted the bed beside her. He lay beside her and took her gently in his arms. Kissing her lightly on the neck he trailed his kissed down to her breasts, over her abdomen until he reached her pussy that was already growing quiet damp. She felt John resituate his body and could tell that he had his head over her pussy. She gasped loudly as she felt his tongue roughly flick at her clit not expecting it. Soon it felt as is the old man had his face buried in her pussy. Lydia gasped in pleasure. Grasping at the old mans head with one hand and the bed sheets with another. Over come with pleasure she bucked her hips.

“Oh god.” She moaned loudly feeling John enter her tight wet hole with his tongue. “DAMN.”

“Mmmm you like that?” John whispered stopping and laying beside her just as Lydia felt she might cum.

John hungrily climbed between Lydia’s legs. He moaned low and loud as she spread her legs wider for him.  As he entered her,  Lydia felt at first that it was soft.  Typical for an old man.   But gradually he stroked his soft cock inside her slowly at first, till she began to feel it harden. His slow strokes felt so good inside of her. She moaned gasping scratching at the old mans back. He steadily picked up pace. Lydia reached down and frantically began flicking and rubbing her clit as the man pushed in and out of her. Unable to stand it she came with a loud scream feeling her pussy throb around the old mans cock. This sent John over the edge and soon he to was throbbing inside of her spilling his cum into her pussy gasping for breath. “Sleep.” the old man said rolling off of Lydia. And that’s exactly what Lydia did in the nice warm bed.

The next morning the old man thanked Lydia for the night before. Which was something she was not used to. He gave her forty dollars and told her to use it for food, and not to look at it as a payment. She hugged his neck and quickly left his room knowing the first thing she was going to do was get a hot meal.

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Two nights more Lydia stayed with the old man. Just as night would settle, for two night she found herself sitting in the cold outside of the sleazy motel. For two nights he came to her and invited her back inside. But unlike the first night John wasn’t interested in sex with her. He just wanted to see that she was safe and warm. She learned the man was there visiting his family, but that it would probably be the last time he would see them due to the fact he was recently diagnosed with cancer.   And she was probably the last time he would ever enjoy making love to a woman.

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Lydia sat down slightly out of breath from the cold, just outside of the motel. John was gone now, checked out and headed home. She knew that tonight he would not be coming out to offer her the warmness of his motel room. Lydia hated the fact that she was sizing up every man that came and went from the motel. But she also knew she could not spend the night outside in the cold. If she had to beg another man to take her in for pleasure she would. She had hoped maybe Marcus would come around, but she had still not seen him. Before John left he gave Lydia a care package, looking inside she discovered the care package he had given her was really nothing more than four boxes of condoms. “You need to be safe.” He had told her.

Chapter 4

Lydia had seen the man in the black suit enter and leave the building several times that evening. One time he had left escorting a nice looking woman that looked to be about her age. Probably his daughter. She couldn’t help but notice what lovely brown hair she had. Lucky girl to have a father like him she had thought to herself.

As he left again she knew when he returned he was whom she was going to approach. He looked to be  important, most times entering and leaving he was on his cell phone, talking business, she couldn’t help but notice the wedding ring on his finger. Or the nice car that he drove. He had dark coal black hair, and beady dark eyes. Several times he had looked over at her checking her out.  Almost encouraging her.

When she saw him return she quickly stood. “Mister?” She said quietly trying to get his attention.

He turned and looked at her startled that the little waif was talking to him. “Yes?” He asked.  He had wondered how long it would take her to approach him, they all eventually did. Marcus never failed him. And the man paid him well. And Maria was always very pleased with what he brought back to town. This time the man thought, Marcus might need a raise.

“Mister…” Lydia started. “It is very cold out here.”

“Yes it sure is.” The man stated staring at Lydia coldly.

“Sir if maybe you could do me a favor and let me in your room a while, I would be more than willing to do you a favor, anything.” Lydia stated. “I am not a whore not a prostitute, I just need to make it through the night.”

The man looked at Lydia sizing her up with a shocked look on his face. Or what Lydia thought was shock. He looked a bit uncomfortable and quickly looked around to see if anyone was noticing the exchange taking place between the two of them. He already felt his cock start to harden at the thought of fucking this pretty little thing. But there was no way he was sharing his bed all night with a street whore. But he knew she would have a warm bed,  and sooner or later she would know his cock.

The man nodded and motioned for Lydia to follow him. The same night manager slammed her book down as she watched Lydia follow the man through the lobby. Glaring at the man and Lydia she sighed. The clerk gave the man a knowing smirk and went back about her business.

As soon as they entered the room the man roughly grabbed Lydia. Turning he around roughly kissing biting her lower lip causing her to flinch. Lydia backed away eyeing the man. “What’s your name” she asked.

“No pleasantries ok.” The man said harshly. “I am a married man, shouldn’t be doing this. But you offered yourself up so nicely. Even though I know you saw my ring. ” He roughly grabbed Lydia slapping her across the face. “You obey me…Understand?”

Lydia nodded as she felt the man rip at her shirt. In a matter of moments the man had her completely stripped and naked bent over his bed. He held her down forcefully with one hand around her neck mashing her face into the bed. Roughly he squeezed at her breasts with the other. “Fucking whore.” The man yelled pushing her face down harder into the mattress. “Tell me what a whore you are!”

“I’m a whore!” Lydia cried out feeling the mans grip around the back of her neck relax. “A dirty filthy whore.”

“That’s better.” The man stood up and told Lydia to lay belly down on the bed. She felt the man take what looked like bandanas and tie each of her hands to a bedpost.

“Mister please I’m not sure about this.” Lydia said wiggling trying to free her hands.

Lydia felt the mans hand come down hard on her ass. “You said anything!” he said.

In the next moment Lydia felt another bandana being tied roughly over her mouth. “Bite it he said, this will shut you the fuck up.” She felt the mans hand come down roughly on her ass again, stinging her making her wail in pain. Next her eyes were covered so that she could not see.

She heard the man raise off the bed and soon she heard him once again talking on his cell phone. “Hey man get over here to my room bring Bruce and Jenson and some beer I found you another little treat.”

It wasn’t long before Lydia heard a knock at the door. The man had not said anything else to Lydia. She had heard him laughing pacing the room.

She heard the man answer the door and heard a couple of men gasp as they entered the room. “Mike man what the fuck is this!” She heard a deep male voice ask.

She heard another mans voice say, “Oh wow! Another one?”

“Just a little homeless whore that was begging to do anything to be let in my room for the night. “ She heard what she now known as Mike say. She heard Mike walk over to the bed and roughly slap her ass. She felt the gag on her mouth being untied. “Tell them whore tell them what you are.” Mike said his hand coming down hard on her ass again.

“A whore.” Lydia gasped. “A dirty filthy whore.”  Tears stung at her eyes as the relazation of what was about to happen sunk in. 

“Mmm oh yeah man! This will be a party!” She heard another male voice say. Lydia counted four in all.

“I will be back in a while.” She heard Mike say.

 

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Lydia moaned out in pain as she felt yet another cock invade her bruised pussy.

She wasn’t sure how much time had passed. But she knew the men in the room were now quiet drunk. As the evening had wore on they had gotten rougher and rougher. She wasn’t quiet sure how many men from what she now knew was an out of town convention had entered and left the motel room. Her hands had been untied but all evening she had remained blindfolded as the men partied and abused her.  She didn't know what a one of them looked like.   She knew several different cocks had invaded her mouth, her pussy and her ass. One man she knew had already pissed on her, one had threatend to shit on her for being such a dirty whore.   She felt she may gag from the stink, wanted to black out to get away from the misery.   But they slapped her and told her if she passed out she would pay. 

She heard the man on top of her moaning and groaning in pleasure as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper inside of her. She cried out for him to please stop, but roughly felt the man slap her face and then heard him spit and then felt the wet slobber hit her face. The man moaned with pleasure once again as she felt his cock fill her already full and used pussy with even more cum.

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After a bit the room grew very quiet she knew the only man left in the room was Mike. She had heard him return a bit earlier. She heard him walk across the room and heard the bathtub start to run. She was pretty sure he had not joined in on the fun. He walked over to the bed and untied the bandana from her eyes. “Go take a bath. You stink!” He said coldly.

Lydia stood her legs weak and tired, feeling bruised all over. In the bathroom she saw that her lips her eyes were all red and swollen. There looked to be handprints left on her cheeks.

Lydia sank deep into the hot bath and closed her eyes trying hard not to cry out in pain. She heard the man enter the room. “I am going . I went to the desk clerk and paid the room up for one week, there is some money for you on the dresser. The key is on the nightstand. You earned it.” She looked away from the man and listened as he left the Motel room.

Once out of the bath Lydia found one thousand dollars laying on the dresser with a note. It read:

My pretty whore,

I know this was not what you intended when you approached me,

But maybe the money will make up for your troubles

After all I have more than enough!

You can have this room…

But be available and there is more money in it for you.

And maybe more time to stay in the room if you are very nice..

Will give you a day or so to recover…

But next time you must be more agreeable and pleasing….

Be sure to douch

Marcus told me to tell you hello, and to be a good baby, he knew you were perfect to leave outside of my Motel.

Mike

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A soft knock on the door woke Lydia from her slumber. She checked to make sure she had her money and everything hidden as she peeked out to answer. Marcus stood in the hallway the light from the hall barely making him disernable.

Lydia opened and let the attractive black man in so glad to see him she was so confused.

Lydia hugged him and cried into his neck as he patted her and told her everything would be alright.

“Baby you look a mess. I am sorry I didn’t tell you sooner about Mike, but he is a business man and so am I.” Marcus said releasing his grasp. “I didn’t know how you would take it baby, or if you were even up for the job. But after the old man,  we knew you were.”

“Marcus…I don’t understand.” Lydia cried feeling her heart start to sink.

“I told you you were a whore, nuttin more after that first night, And Lydia you can make a lot of money working for Mike and Maria. He pays me to find him nice not to used women and bring them here to meet him and work for Maria. And pays me well.”

Lydia gasped. She had no idea this is what Marcus had had in mind when he first left her at the motel.

I am going to be going back to St. Louis soon girl, I was hoping you would be real appreciative what I did for you and all.”

“I am Marcus.” Lydia sniffed.

“Well bitch get over here on your knees and show me!” He growled undoing the buttons on his pants taking his cock out and waving it at her. “Whore suck it.” Lydia felt herself growing wet as soon as Marcus said the words. Her pussy still ached from earlier but she so wanted Marcus. Wanted him badly. So she set to work to please him.

He still would not fuck her. Marcus’s cock was to good for that. A whores pussy would never be graced with his cock’s presence, that was his motto. But he had made her cum again and again, with things no pussy should ever see. Lydia knew after he left she would never see him again. She rubbed the cum with one finger that was still on her lips tasting him, wishing for one more time with him, but they had said their goodbyes.

Chapter 5

Lydia slept the next day the whole day through. Aching all over and suffering from exhaustion. She debated weather to leave the room, or stay and see what else she could earn. The money was very tempting. She needed it, she knew to get on her feet. She knew she would stick it out and do anything to get it.

But she was scared. She wasn’t sure of Mike and Maria wasn’t sure what they expected of her. Or how her “job” would work.

Mike was true to his words and gave her two days to recover. On the second day she heard a knock at the door. She opened the door and found a box sitting outside the room; it was nicely gift wrapped with a note.

Wear this at 7:30 and welcome me and a friend back into your room…Mike

Lydia opened the box and found a thin sheer black lacey undergarment, she also found a black leather collar attached to a chain. The collar had the words “Whore” etched in what looked to be diamonds. Also in the box were a pair of sheer black stockings and a black garter, and completing the outfit a pair of black high heel shoes. Black mascara, black eyeliner, and black lipstick also rolled freely in the box. Also a bottle of what looked to be pills. The bottle said. “Take one at seven pm to relax.” A few scented candles, and some glade, was the last of what the box contained.

Lydia began preparing for the evening early, she wasn’t really sure what to expect after their previous meeting. She prayed he would not be having all the men back in once again.

The black lace against her body made her feel quiet sexy and seductive. She noticed there was nothing to the panty line. It left her bare and exposed, her thin pussy hair showing freely. Also it didn’t cover her breasts completely, only partially up to her nipples, leaving them standing out cool and errect.   The stockings covered her legs emphasizing how long and attractive they were. She hoped she placed the garter on correctly, she had never seen or used one. Her red hair she brushed until it shone and left it long and flowing. The makeup she felt was an odd choice but she applied the black to her eyes and mouth as attractively as she could. Looking in the mirror she realized she looked nothing like herself. What stared back at her was all woman, and woman only. She reached in the box for the odd looking collar and fastened it securely around her neck. The words “Whore” sparkled dazzling her for just a moment.

At seven pm there was a knock at the door. She opened the door a bit annoyed to find the desk clerk there. She tried to cover herself as the clerk entered. “Take your pill dear, don’t forget. I am dropping off some food for the boss and his lady, be sure and light the candles.” She left as quickly as she entered leaving a cart behind her.

Lydia lifted the covers on the food to find strawberries, chocolate, crackers, cheese and in the wine bucket what looked to be an expensive bottle of wine. She lit the candles noticing immediately the air in the room smelled much fresher. She sprayed the glade. The stale cigarette smell was effectively covered up. Obviously the people coming were not used to the surroundings of such a cheap motel even though they owned it. So they were having her do her best to take away what might be considered a discomfort.

Lydia sat nervously on the bed waiting for her guests. She began to feel the pill start to take affect and she felt more at ease, her nerves were no longer as wrecked.

At precisely 7:30 there was a knock at the door. When she opened the door Mike and a very beautiful lady entered the room behind him. Mike shut the door locking it behind them.

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“You may want to consider this an interview of sorts.” The woman she had discovered was Maria, said to her. Mike handed them both a glass of wine. “I have very many women that work for me.” Maria said pushing her hair back and taking a sip of her wine starting intently at Lydia.   Lydia could tell that English was not Marias first language by her accent and tone. 

Maria was about five-four with dark black hair that fell to her waist. She wore tight slacks and a very low cut red blouse. She was very tan and looked as if she spent a great deal of time in the sun. Her makeup was impeccable. A very classy lady, Lydia could tell. Her fingers shown with diamonds. The only thing missing Lydia mused to herself was maybe a poodle or a small dog sitting in her lap.

“And they work for me in Florida, at a very plush resort.” She went on. “If you were chosen you would be a very lucky little lady. Good money and the tropics, who could ask for more?.”

“What.. what I be doing?” Lydia asked meekly.

“Keeping people happy. Very happy.” Mike laughed. “Sort of like the other night, but maybe not so much like the other night, but..” He laughed. “It could occur.”

“Oh I heard about that.” Maria snickered. “You were a very bad little whore, but I must say you wear the title well.” Maria narrowed her eyes on the collar around Lydia’s neck.

“But first I must see if you are worthy please get on your knees and stay there until I say you may get up.”

Lydia dropped to her knees and Mike walked over and attached the chain to Lydia’s collar. He looked down at her. “Tell her…Tell her what you are.” He said nudging Lydia with his foot. “And look at her.”

“A dirty filthy whore.” Lydia muttered.

“What I can’t hear you?” Maria said enjoying the spectacle.

“A dirty filthy whore miss.. Very dirty.” Lydia said looking up at her.

“Show me. Show me how dirty you are.” she said. “Rub your cunt on my husbands shoe. Rub it and get off. Do it. I want to see your juices on his shoe.” Maria sat down on the edge of the bed and helped herself to a fresh strawberry puckering her lips around it.

Lydia didn’t ask any questions. She could tell Maria wasn’t the type of woman to mess with. Mike walked over to her grabbing her by the hair and pushed his shoe up towards Lydia’s pussy. “Squat on it he said, rub yourself off.” Lydia squatted down and closed her eyes. She rubbed her pussy over Mikes shoe and tried to think of something to get her juices flowing. She thought of Marcus and his large cock. How bad she had wanted him inside of her. She moaned as she felt her pleasure growing as she masturbated against Mikes shoe and foot. She felt her pussy growing very wet. She ground herself into the shoe harder and faster, her breaths becoming heavier.

“Mmmm what a cum slut.” Maria purred as Lydia came moaning all over the shoe feeling her body quake once again. “Clean his shoes bitch. With your tongue.” Maria ordered. Lydia leaned down and lapped up her juices off of Mikes shoe. She found this quiet disgusting, but for some reason she did not protest.

“Good little slut. Much like a puppy you get a treat.” Maria purred. Lydia watched as Maria uncovered one of the trays one she had not seen. It looked to be a dog bowl filled with what looked to be some kind of mush or baby food. “Bark and then eat!” Maria ordered.

Lydia looked down at the bowl and felt Mike nudge her with his foot. “Bark Bitch.”

Lydia woofed the best she could and then quickly started to eat what she discovered was mashed up peas. This couple was beginning to make her very uncomfortable.

“Good Girl. Good little Bitch, female dogs, eat out of dog bowls,” Maria said patting her head.

“Fuck her baby I want to watch.” Maria told Mike. “And don’t you dare come on my husbands cock.” Maria said slapping Lydia across the face. And then she leaned down wiping the mashed peas off of Lydia’s face with a napkin.

Maria pulled at the chain and guided Lydia to the bed. Lydia lay down and opened her legs for Mark. He quickly undressed his cock already hard, he entered Lydia at his wife’s instruction. No foreplay. Maria ordered Mike to only look at her as she undressed.

Lydia glanced over catching a glimpse of Maria’s well toned body. A bit ashamed of her own body. Mike pushed in and out of her rhythmically but mechanically. Maria now fully naked lay on the bed beside Lydia. Lydia watched as Maria opened her pussy lips for Mike to see. And slowly she began to stroke her pussy.

“Think of only me as you fuck the dirty whore.” She heard Maria whisper.  She noticed Mike's gave never left Maria.  Lydia moaned loudly as Mikes cock started to spasm. Letting forth a forceful load of his cum his body shaking on top of her. He cried out “Yes” and fell on top of Lydia spent. “You may leave us now as soon as you recover.” Maria said patting her husbands ass gently. “I’m going to clean Lydia, and see if she really has what it takes.”

Mike soon left the room and Maria soon joined Lydia back in bed. Lydia started to protest and then thought better of it. This was a test.

“Good whores always get off on anything.” Maria said laughing. Maria lay beside Lydia and lightly licked her lips, she leaned into her and lightly brushed her lips against Lydia’s.

As quickly as Maria found Lydia’s lips she was down between Lydia’s legs staring at her pussy and lightly flicking Lydia’s clit with her finger. Maria leaned in and breathed in the scent of her husbands cum and Lydia all intertwined. She flicked her tongue out lightly lapping at Lydia’s wet pussy. Lydia moaned loudly not expecting the woman to want to pleasure her this way. She grasped the sheets and bucked her hips as Marias pouty lips kissed her pussy. The more Maria flicked her tongue the louder Lydia moaned. Maria moved down into Lydia’s tight woman hole and licked out all of her husbands juices. Lydia screamed loudly as she felt her juices release again. All over Marias pretty face. Her body shook. She didn’t know if she had ever felt an orgasm that was so powerful.

“Mmmm you dirty whore.” Maria giggled. “You got me all dirty. Now have you ever ate a pussy?” Maria asked.

Lydia sat up and shook her head no. “You can do it honey, just do what feels right, you know what makes you feel good. Do it to me, make me cum honey and you will be the perfect whore. Marcus said you had the makings of a good whore.”

“I don’t know if I can eat a woman…” Lydia stammered.

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Marcus drove quickly down the deserted country road. He had known all along that only one of the two girls would get to go to Florida with his boss. But this part always turned his stomach. The one that didn’t make it. The one that couldn’t make the bitch Maria cum. He prayed it wasn’t the red head. Prayed hard it was the smart assed brown haired bitch. He had really liked Lydia. He knew he would have to look to see what color hair was in the bag. Normally he would never look didn’t care. The bosses business wasn’t his business. He’s not the sick pervert that wanted to cover his tracks. He was just the errand boy. Why did so many girls have to end up like this, he didn’t know, but it wasn’t his problem to fix.

Marcus pulled the bag out of the trunk. Feeling for a head he tore at the bag. He shown his flashlight into the bag. The hair was brown.

 

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This concludes Part one Of the Making of a Whore. Find out soon in part two what happens to Lydia. Where will her adventures take her??  How nicely and sweetly was she able to lick Maria.  Find out this and much more!

My New Neighborhood - Chapter One

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Chapter One

 

It was fine spring morning the weather was getting warmer and my new job was going great. I was finally starting to feel good about myself again after having to switch jobs three times in the last 18 months. I had always been pretty much a loner living in the country so this urban living was a little hard to get used to. I loved the country but on a fine day like today urban living, I was finding, certainly had its per
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ks. The neighborhood seems to blossom with brown skinned women in shorts and halter tops.

 

I always felt out of place living in towns. But I knew I needed to stop isolating so much and get in the mix. Maybe find a relationship and settle down. I had always valued my freedom, long term relationships just wasn't for me. It seemed as soon as relationships started making too many demands on me it was time to end them. I loved women maybe too much and had always longed for a meaningful relationship but never had found anyone I thought would fit the bill. I needed someone to allow me to feel free rather than a feel like a hostage.

 

I loved living alone, able to come and go as I please not have to answer to anyone or anyone's perceptions of who I should be. Most of all what made me feel free riding my Harley on the weekends. Freedom for me was a ritual that started with backing the hog out of the garage and washing the dust off all that gleaming chrome, putting on some really cool sunglasses, maybe lighting up a good cigar and finding a new country road that needed exploring. Everything that seemed so important and urgent would just disappear and I was totally focused on the moment and free as bird.

 

It was time to start the ritual. It had been a hard week and my job would not get out of my head. I had been busting my ass trying to prove myself at this new job and I was all in. It had been months since I had taken any time for myself. I was ready to find a new adventure.

 

About the time I got the scooter washed I kept getting distracted by the motion across the street.

 

There she was again that little sweetheart who always wore those flimsy little shorts with her t-shirt tied up just under those beautiful bouncy tits. Once in a while I would catch her bending over while she was working and would catch a nice view of the outline of her pussy through her shorts.

 

I thought it funny she seemed to always come outside when I was washing my Harley on Saturdays. She was either watering the lawn, sweeping the porch, shaking out the rugs with those pointy nipples bouncing to and fro while she worked. She was under five foot tall dark brown hair, green eyes, beautiful dark golden brown skin, and more curves than 10 women should have. I had always been attracted to short women. Her tight little white shorts and those frilly panties that you could barely see through her shorts cradling her beautiful little plump pussy mound. I kept thinking to myself, baby if it wasn't for your nerdy husband I would be all over your stuff.

 

I made a pledge to myself when I sobered up I would give up married women. I think waking up out of a blackout after a tequila binge next to my best friend's fiancée naked had something to do with it.

 

Still, I wondered how a wild little thing like Sherry ended up with a guy like Bob. Bob wasn't a bad guy he was nice enough but he just didn't seem like the type who would end up with a woman like Sherry. They were a young couple in their mid twenties with no children to care for. He was some kind of insurance salesman or something and I remember someone saying he worked for his mother. Sherry she stayed home but sold real estate part-time. Bob was one of those guys who always dressed in slacks and a tie even when he mowed the lawn. He wore glasses, short cropped hair, and clean shaven and never talked much about anything but work or religion. He was Mormon or something I think. I never paid much attention when he would start such ramblings. Most of the time I was focused on and watched Sherry's tits while he talked. I wondered what she looked like naked under that baggy t-shirt. Bob was one of those guys I swore I would never become uptight, boring, and still tied to his mama's apron strings.

 

Here I was 50 years old still in a Harley t-shirt, long hair and a beard. Still quite the rebel but I had made it work all these years and I felt good with it.

 

I caught myself while drying the hog not catching glances any longer but full on staring this little neighborhood goddess and thinking, aw well what would she want with an old biker fuck like me any way. But I felt my pecker lurch in my pants like it did every time I saw her. Just then she caught me staring and smiled and waved.

 

How ya do' in, she yelled.

 

Hey Sweets, I heard myself say.

 

So when you gona take me for a ride? she asked.

 

Before I had time to think I yelled, Go get your shoes on Sweets and let's go. Not really expecting her to be serious. Before I could think of anything else to say, she yelled, OK hold on, I'll be right over.

 

I felt my whole body flush and I felt a little shaky. I felt my dick not only lurch in my jeans but I became very conscious of how it swelled and hung heavy in my jeans. I remembered I wasn’t wearing underwear.

 

She emerged from the house with her old style converse tennis shoes her hair in a ponytail still with those sexy little shorts on. She smiled with those beautiful white teeth and I melted staring into her gorgeous green eyes. I lit up as I let my eyes drink in every inch of her. I saw her eyes take a long glance at my crotch as I felt my cock crawl down my leg even further. I felt a little embarrassed. 
 
OK let's go Sweets, I said, as I unfolded the passenger pegs.

 

Sweets, she said, I like that, and flashed me that smile again.

 

I helped her with her helmet strap touching her smooth soft cheek I caught my hand trembling a little. She looks like a teenager I thought as I straddled the bike and fired it up.

 

She put on her sunglasses and yelled, “What do I do? I have never been on a Harley before.”

 

“Just climb on up Sweets, look pretty and just enjoy the ride,” I shouted over the throbbing engine noise.

 

She smiled and took her place on the passenger seat. She leaned forward and locked her arms around my waist. I felt myself get shaky again as I felt those perfect tits pressing against my back. I felt her squirm a little on the back seat I don't think she expected the vibration. I touched her smooth tanned leg, and yelled over my shoulder, “Are you ok?”

 

“OH YEAH!” was her reply.

 

I throttled the engine a little and off we went. By the time we got down the street and I shifted into 3rd gear I felt her squirm again. I asked again, "Are you ok Sweets?"

 

As she leaned forward to get closer to my ear I heard a little whimper, and then I heard, “UMMHUMMH.”

 

It didn't take me long to figure out what was going on. I had some comments from other women about how much my bike vibrated but it was all kind of taken in fun. We made jokes about it but that was about the extent of the conversation about it.

 

I turned up off the main roads and onto a little known country road with some of the best scenery in the area. As I found a straightaway I wanted to see if what was going on actually was. I throttled the bike and revved it up to about 3000 RPM and sweet Sherry was squirming again. I left the bike in 3rd gear and revved it up to about 4000 RPM I fantasized about Sweets as I felt her leaning forward. I thought about her trying to find just the right spot on the seat to vibrate her hot little pussy while pressing those beautiful tits against me.

 

As I cruised along I fantasized about Sherry's tight little pussy all juiced up and hungry for my dick. I started thinking about her plump little pussy mound in those tight little shorts she wore. She reached around too hold on tighter and then started stroking my chest and I could feel her rocking her hips slowly back and forth slowly on the seat a little. I could have sworn I felt the moisture of her pussy against the middle of my back. I fantasized about her on the verge of orgasm stoking my cock as the vibration from the motorcycle sent her over the edge. Then one of her hands fell down to my leg just millimeters away from my swollen cock. I couldn't' get the visual out of my head Sherry's plump little pussy wrapped around my cock. I visualized her riding my high hard one while watching her perfect tits bounce and seeing a look of ecstasy on her face.

 

Oh well probably all in my imagination I thought. I found a straightaway and downshifted and throttled the scooter and wound it up to about 90 MPH I was trying to clear my mind. I watched the scenery go by but couldn't shake the thought of how much I wanted to fuck this little urban princess senseless.

 

After about thirty minutes of these country roads I needed to take a break. I pulled off the main road onto an old road that went down to a remote area by the creek that paralleled the main road. I used to hang out there when I was a kid. I knew not too many people even knew of some of these old roads. I found a secluded area with tall grass and trees and parked the bike and jumped off the bike and then straddled the bike facing her on the seat and asked, well how do you like riding' Harleys?

 

She just sat there staring down at the seat her legs spread and her tight little white shorts were soaked with her pussy juice. Her now semi transparent shorts made it possible to see her skimpy little panties clearly. I could see her plump little pussy was shaved and I could see the pretty pink blush on her swollen pussy lips. The nipples on her beautifully shaped tits strained at the white cotton cloth of her t-shirt. I felt my cock grow rock hard in a second.

 

Embarrassed and a little pale she said, I came twice between home and a here, she stammered as she blankly stared down at her soaking wet shorts with her arms out to her sides.

 

I helped her get her helmet off and without even thinking, kissed her deeply and our tongues swirled passionately. I felt a little guilty for taking advantage of the situation. Then I thought about how many times I had fantasized about fucking her little tight pussy. I couldn't help myself.

 

Just then I felt her petite little hand reach out and stroke my swollen cock. My hand found her stiff nipples under her t-shirt and I rolled her nipples between my fingers as I kissed her beautiful full lips. She broke our kiss and threw her head back and moaned as I lifted her shirt and tongued and sucked the most perfect tits I've ever seen.

 

"God forgive me but my pussy is so hot! I want to suck your cock, she groaned with an urgent tone in her voice. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I have to have you now! Please, please, don't tell me no. I need your cock in my mouth!"

 

Yes MAM, I said excitedly, with my cock throbbing in my pants. I unhooked the old wool blanket I always had rolled up on the sissy bar, picked her up and carried her to the grassy area a few yards away. As I was unfolding the blanket she looked at me with a dreamy wild eyed expression on her face and said, “I haven't had sex in eight months. My husband doesn't pay much attention to me anymore. Even when he did he only wants missionary position sex and won't even let me suck his dick. He thinks it is evil and sex is only for procreation."

 

"I love to suck cock. I have fantasized about sucking your cock ever since you moved-in. Please let me suck you! I'm really sorry about this, but I really need it bad. I need your big hard cock. God forgive me but I want your cock in my mouth!”

 

I laid her down in the tall spring grass and she pushed me back in the grass and kissed me hard. My hands wandered over every sexy inch of her torso and found their way to her burning little wet pussy. It was about then I realized I hadn't been fucked in months either.

 

She then began stripping off her clothes. I watched in amazement as the most beautiful little body I had ever seen emerged from under that baggy t-shirt. She stripped down to just her skimpy little see through panties. She whimpered in anticipation and I couldn't wait to bury my member in her tight little pussy.

 

“God forgive me for this. I have never cheated on my husband but I am SOOOO fucking horney.”

 

She then untied my boots and pulled them off hurriedly then unbuttoned my Levis and jerked them off over my ankles in a flash. She grabbed my rock hard dick and hungrily began to devouring it, licking it like it was the last cock on earth. Her mouth was incredible.

 

She stopped just long enough to whisper, “Your balls are so big!” Then she moaned and began stroking my shaft with her sweet little hands while licking my cum filled balls.

 

Every time she would take my cock in her hot little mouth she would make sounds that sounded like MOMPH, MOMPH and a growling sound coming from her throat. She appeared to be in some kind of cock sucking trance. I watched as her eyes as they caught mine then rolled back up into her eyelids and then she closed her eyes then licked and sucked my dick even more enthusiastically. It was sexiest thing I had ever experienced.

 

The way she savored my throbbing cock was incredible every nerve cell in her mouth must have been working overtime while she sucked on my throbbing erection. I never met a woman who loved sucking cock as much as she did. I thought what a waste of talent to be married to that nerd.

 

She stroked it while she sucked it and then found my balls and licked and sucked them. The feeling of her hot mouth on my balls was awesome. I felt my cum filled gonads roll and heave when her tongue flicked across them. She returned to my now mammoth erection with a growl in her throat and bobbed up and down and unbelievable speed pumping the shaft with her tiny little hands.

 

She unplugged her beautiful swollen lips from my cock and started licking up and down the underside of my cock with her incredible tongue whispering in between licks, give me your cum baby. Please give me your cum, pleeeease. Cum big down my throat baby please. I want all your cum, I need your cum.

 

Her beautiful head bounced again as she fucked me with her mouth taking my swollen cock a little deeper down her throat each time. Watching this little beauty suck me with such enthusiasm was driving me crazy my balls began to jerk and I knew I wasn't going to hold it much longer before they exploded.

 

Then she wrapped her little right hand around my cock and squeezed it tight as to stop me from cumming it felt like all my balls were going to explode. It felt like a gallon of cum just backed up into my stomach.

 

She rolled her head looked up at me. "Ever heard of facials?" she said, I want you to cum all over my face.

 

“You like that kind of stuff?” I said.

 

“Oh god yesss, I have never done it but I know will love it, I get so turned on when I think about it" she moaned sitting up and squeezing her nipples and fingering her boiling pussy.

 

She quickly returned to cock. Now little Sherry's fingers slid up and down my penis, she bathed my throbbing erection with her saliva. She pumped and sucked my cock over, and over, and over, and over, faster, and faster until I was moaning in ecstasy. I gasped as a tingling sensation engulfed me, and my body shuddered.

 

Her lips looked red and swollen from sucking so hard. She pulled my penis down toward her chin then her mouth clasped around the tip and in one solid suck and almost the entire length of my cock disappeared into her soft hot mouth and down her throat like a vacuum. She withdrew my cock from her mouth and started pumping it furiously. I felt the cum well up inside my churning, tingling testicles.

 

Come on, baby cum on my face.

 

Sherry's breasts thrust forward and her hair flipped about her shoulders as she pumped the base of my cock with her both her hands. She looked like a little girl with that pouting face demanding my cum.

 

Give me that cum inside those big balls. I want all of it. Blow it all over me, mmm I can’t wait,” and my cock disappeared into her mouth again.

 

She stopped sucking me just as I was ready to blow again and merely wriggled her fingers in place on my cock.

 

“Where's your cum, baby? I need your cum. I guess I will have to coax it out of those big cum makers for yours."

 

Little Sherry then began to give my balls the most delightful tongue lashing I have ever had. I could feel my balls churning as she licked every place there was to be licked. My balls began to ache a little like they always do when I have an extra big load of cum. I watched as she licked at my balls, her mouth expanded, over my one of my swollen balls and she drew that up into her mouth, her tongue lashing back and forth over the big cum filled morsel. Her soft smooth lips felt incredible on the sensitive skin. Then she ran her lips and tongue up and down the sensitive underside of my cock. I thought I was in heaven.

 

"Your balls are sooo big I want all the cum in those big balls, every last drop."

 

Her hand released me and her head lowered. Her lips parted slightly and my penis penetrated her face and she pushed it all the way down her throat. I felt her slick, sensuous tongue and her throat spasaming as she tried to swallow all that cock meat at one time. This was more than I could stand. Sherry pulled out quickly just as I gasped out loud.

 

“Oooh yeeaahhh, it's almost time, isn't it, she whispered.”

 

My head nodded as Sherry's hand quickly clasped around my cock newly lubricated by her saliva, and she pumped me repeatedly. Little Sherry's head curled backward and for a moment I noticed her legs kneeling on the flattened grass, her knees pressed together. Her vagina crack was oozing an incredible amount of fluid down her inner thighs.

 

Cum on me, baby, she exclaimed as she rapidly pumped my cock. “Ohhh, cum for me baby. Cum on my face please, I need your cum please, cum on my lips, my nose, my tongue, everywhere. I want to eat your cum.”

 

"It's on the way, I gasped as the force of the orgasm hit so hard it made my stomach hurt.

 

"I'm cumming sweets," I yelled as I started to explode my load.

 

She quickly grabbed my cock in her little hand, slid her hand back to the base, grabbed my heavy cum filled balls in the other hand, and gave three quick licks to the head of my jerking cock. She then leaned her head forward aimed my flinching cock at her face and waited in sexual bliss to be bathed in hot sticky cum as she pumped her little hips back and forth.

 

When my load came I felt it erupt from my toes it had to be the biggest load of cum ever. It erupted with the force of a fire hose. As my balls exploded I pumped a big rope of cum out of my cock that landed on her forehead and bathed her nose and one eye.

 

"OH yeah," she groaned as her ass wagged back and forth and her tongue reached for the sticky hot cum dripping down her face. She started pumping my cock at its base with one hand and fingering her saturated cunt with the other hand.

 

"Give me all your cum!"

 

Another burst shot across her mouth and she moaned with pleasure. Another string shot past her neck and stuck to her hair and covered her left cheek.

 

Oh my god Yesss, she hissed. I want your cum!"

 

More semen streaked across her left cheek and nose. Two bursts landed on her lips and slowly oozed down her chin. Now sweet Sherry's, mouth was gaping, her tongue wagging as rope after rope of hot creamy cum splattered against her open mouth and face. Strings of cum were dripping off her nose and chin. She clasped my penis in her little fingers and pumped me for more.

 

My body spasmed again and multiple streams burst forth and coated her lips, cheeks and tongue, slathered across her teeth, dripped down her neck, landed in her hair. Thick white, stringy ropes of thick, hot, creamy, cum covered her face and neck. She squeezed and jerked my penis, wringing out every last drop and two more big spurts hit her right between the eyes. I spurted again. She caught it on the lips as she tongued my spasming, lurching cock. Thick, stringy ropes of cum continued to explode from my cock.

 

I caught a glimpse of little sweet Sherry as she sat upright her face almost completely covered in my cum. She was savoring her triumphant moment. My cum had collected on her chin and now long strings of cum dripped slowly off her chin down toward her tits. More cum had run down her neck, down between her luscious breasts. Her nipples remained inflamed as strings of hot cum slowly dripped on them from her chin. Cum ran down her cleavage between her tits were gobs of cum slowly running down her torso toward her belly. She wiped some of the cum off her face and rubbed the slick sticky fluid over her tits and nipples savoring the way it felt.

 

My cum was streaked across her inflated red lips. Now her tongue probed outward over those mildly pouting lips her tongue slid across the wetness and past the webs of cum over her lips. She licked the thick creamy liquid into her mouth. Little Sherry’s whole body trembled as she gulped the gobs of sperm down her throat. Her tongue expanded even more, sliding across her chin and curving upward to lick herself clean and draw the gelatinous liquid up toward her lips. Her tongue flipped around her lips and cheeks, slurping up thick cum and then returning it to her mouth. I watched her neck pulse in and out as her throat constricted, swallowing every drop of my cum on her face. She scooped the cum off her neck and voraciously swallowed it all.

 

I caught a glimpse of her swollen red pussy again under her now saturated little panties her own love juice was streaming down her inner thighs and glistened in the sunlight. She shuddered in sexual ecstasy while she continued to swallow every drop of cum she could find. Her hands went to her tits and she scraped the cum from both her breasts, lifted the stringy substance to her ever probing tongue, and then licked it loudly onto her lips and tongue. I reached down to her left breast, pinched the nipple, and then peeled more cum off her belly. Her hand took mine and she lifted my fingers to her face, her mildly pouting lips closed around my fingers and licked the cum into her hot sensual mouth. She sucked on my fingers as eagerly as she had sucked my cock. Then she licked every inch of my limp cock and churning testicles.

 

I'm going to suck those big cum filled balls of yours dry, little Sherry whispered.

 

Then she came down with her tongue out and she licked the side of my cock. I flinched as I felt her hot moist breath and tongue on my now very sensitive cock. She kept going, licking around and around the head, hot, wet, saliva mixed with semen dripping from her hungry mouth. Sliding her tongue up and down and licking the full length of my cock. She was sucking my balls then she would return to the swollen head of my half hard penis. She slipped the head in between her gorgeous full lips and inside her hot wet mouth. Once in her mouth she began her attempt to swallow my cock. It felt incredible. My cock began to grow again inside the hot wet confines of her eagerly swallowing throat. I was afraid I was going to hurt her throat as it began to lurch in her throat. She slowly removed my throbbing cock from her mouth.

 

“Oh yeah, Oh yeah, she panted stroking my cock with both hands. That’s what I want, a big cock to suck.

 

She started stroking my cock again with both hands licking the big bulbous head of my swelling shaft.

 

She was now half whimpering and half humming with my big hard dick in her sensational mouth. She had a deep groaning sound coming from deep in her throat. Then she made a sound like MUUUMPH, MUUUPH every time she trusted my cock deep in her throat. It felt incredible. She sucked even more furiously now while she pumped the base of my cock with her hand. She started to gag a little as she again attempted to swallow my whole cock a sound something like WOMPH came from her throat! Her mouth fucking was even faster now. Little Sherry was screaming with delight her screams muffled by my big hard cock buried deep in her throat. Sherry straddled my legs and began bucking her hot little pussy against my legs. Her pussy was unbelievably hot and slippery. She would occasionally finger herself with one hand while she pumped my cock with the other. The feeling of Sherry's hot little pussy soaking my leg with slippery cum was more than I could stand I was ready to blast another load. My cock lurched again and it began spit out hot sticky cum into Sherry's gulping throat. My cock pumped the hot creamy cum directly down her throat and into her heaving stomach. It felt amazing. I realized then that this little cum guzzling darling was the dream fuck of a life time.

 

Sherry withdrew my cock from her sweet little mouth her tongue then licked my penis top to bottom, then suddenly plunged my half hard penis back in, sliding down to her throat. She gulped and swallowed my cock until she had it all the way down her throat. I moaned and felt her chin press into my nut sack as I felt my last bit of sperm ooze into her throat. She swallowed hard then her tongue slid out underneath my still jerking dick. Sherry withdrew my cock from her sweet little mouth her tongue then licked my penis top to bottom, then suddenly plunged my half hard penis back in, sliding it back down into her throat.

 

Sweet Sherry slid her lips over my penis and slid it almost halfway down her throat then backed out. Her tongue wagging back and forth across my swollen cock sending shivers of pleasure throughout body. I watched her cheeks pressing in as she sucked my half hard cock, then I felt my cock hit the back of her throat I marveled as she sucked it in, out, in, out.

 

A low guttural Mmmmm, came from sweet Sherry's throat as she sucked even harder, her throat constricting, as she attempted to swallow it my cock. Her lips were pressed into my pubic hair and my entire penis was deep inside her throat. I gasped and felt like I was cumming again even though my cock wasn't hard it shot electric waves through my body.

 

She unplugged her hungry mouth from my cock and just stared at my dick not moving not even blinking. I was afraid to breath, I was so turned on.

 

"Its soooo pretty, you have such a beautiful dick, she cooed. It feels sooo good in my mouth. I love your cock."

 

Her eyes probed mine and she moaned, "I love eating your hot creamy cum." Mmmm, tastes sooooo good."

 

She then returned to sucking my cock that was still engorged and half hard and she kept sucking harder and faster. I glanced down just as she once again she had my entire cock down her throat. Little Sherry kept swallowing, sucking, and licking my penis and balls. But I had slowed down.

 

My balls dropped limply out of her mouth, dripping wet. Slowly Sherry sucked my whole cock into her mouth again, and she released it a loud, slippery smack.

 

Sherry up at me grinned with a little gob of cum hanging on her chin.

 

I didn't think it was possible to get hard again or have another orgasm after that righteous dick sucking I had just received. She continued to flick her tongue over the head of my dick and lick the underside of my dick as I lay there watching in complete amazement. She then fucked my cum soaked cock with her incredible tits licking the head of my cock. She then looked at me with those dreamy green eyes and kissed me with such passion I became flooded with emotion. She straddled my flaccid cock and bucked wildly rubbing her wet hot pussy back and forth over my half limp cock and balls. It felt incredible her pussy was flaming hot. Before I knew it I felt my cock lurch again.

 

"Ok" I said, your turn."

 

Without a word she immediately flipped over on her back she knew exactly what I meant. I whipped off those soggy little panties and I positioned myself between those little golden thighs. I licked the outside of her sweet little wet vulva and the inside of her soggy wet thighs. She shivered and squealed with delight. I tongued her steaming little pussy with all I had. I thought how incredible she smelled. I felt my cock begin to grow even harder. I went to find her clint and to my surprise she had an incredibly large clint. She purred as I sucked and licked her pussy then she grabbed my head and pulled it tight against her steamy swollen clint.

 

"Oh God that feels good, Oh GOD, Oh GOD," she cried, "OOOOOOO yeah lick my pussy, Oh yeah lick my cunt."

 

I licked her swollen clint feverishly it was so big and getting bigger. She grunted and pulled my face tighter to her flaming little cunt, I could hardly breathe. I tongued her Sweet little cunt and flicked my tongue over her clint.

 

OH God YEEEESSSSSS!!! she cried as she bucked hard against my face that was buried in her swampy little cunt.

 

Her orgasm soaked my face and beard with hot cum as she spurted wave after wave of hot slippery pussy juice. I continued to feverishly lick her big swollen clint. Her pussy made a gurgling sound as another big wave of hot slippery love juice soaked my beard and face. Her hot little pussy gushed and I kept licking. I licked her pussy clean and tongued her pussy lips until my jaws hurt so bad I had to stop. She just lay there slowly rocking her hips to and fro and shaking a little and moaning in a trembling voice. I continued to lick the inside of her thighs in the little crevasses next to her pussy mound and up and down her pussy crack.

 

As her orgasm subsided I could not believe my dick was rock hard again.

 

I want your tight little pussy, I whispered.

 

No I’m married, she demanded. "Besides, I'm not finished draining your balls dry yet. I want to suck that big hard dick some more."

 

I think she was making excuses for her case for "eatin' ain't cheatin'." I'm sure that's why she left her panties on. It just made me want her tight little pussy all the more.

 

She must have sucked my dick for another half an hour. I just couldn't cum anymore.

 

When little Sherry had finished I felt completely wasted. We kissed long and hard and both collapsed without another word. We slept for what must have been a couple of hours in the embrace of that warm sunny afternoon.

 

I awoke and thought about what had happened, it felt like a dream, but there was Sherry curled up against me on the wool blanket with her beautiful round ass pressed up against my groin. I ran my hand over her smooth ass, and over those perfect beautiful tits. Sherry squirmed a little grinding her ass against my cock. Before I knew it my hand had found its way down her soft torso to her warm little pussy. She squirmed more as I teased and fingered her slippery little pussy and clint. She uncurled out of her fetal position which gave me more access to her pussy and tits. Her pussy was wet again. I had to have this tight little cunt wrapped around my cock, I thought to myself.

 

I whispered in her ear, "I'm going to fuck that tight little pussy of yours sweets. I'll be gentle but I WILL fuck your pussy. I need to have your pussy.”

 

I parted her legs and positioned myself to take advantage of her silence as she was still shaking off her nap. I rubbed the head of my throbbing penis back and forth parting her slippery wet pussy lips. My little love doll moaned and rocked her hips back and forth gently. As I inched my cock ever so slowly into her pretty pink pussy she started whispering, "Oh GOD NO! OH GOD! NO! OH GOD! NO PLEASE, OH GOD, OH GOD, OH, OH YES, OH YES, OH PLEASE, YEAH, OH YEAH!!!”

 

Her pussy was so tight, it felt fantastic. Her eyes widened as she glared at me with surprise.

 

“IT'S SO BIG, OH GOD, YEAH!” she squealed.

 

She started panting like a mother giving birth her tits and abdomen heaving up and down. By the time I got past the head of my penis I felt her pussy almost chewing on my cock.

 

“Relax sweets it will be ok,” I assured her. I dropped my cock into her another inch.

 

Squealed as if she was cumming so I pistoned in and out slowly but careful not to go any deeper.

 

"Owwee it hurts sooo good." "Your dick feels soo goood!" she panted.

 

She was already cumming I could feel her pussy tighten around my cock as if she were sucking my over engorged cock with her pussy. I drove it into her burning little cunt another inch and she screamed.

 

"OHHH YEESSSS," and she blew her hot pussy cum all over my cock!

 

I hadn't even got my dick half way into her burning little pussy and already she was erupting like a volcano. I loved it.

 

I fucked her faster, and slipped my cock in a little deeper with each stroke. Her pussy was soaked with hot slippery pussy cum. I wanted to drive my cock all the way deep into her burning little love cavern but I held back as long as I could.

 

Sherry was squirming out of control now and making whimpering sounds followed by those deep growling sounds from her throat. I had to drive deeper, she moaned with approval, so I went even deeper. Sherry screamed with delight so I went all the way I felt the head of my wildly throbbing cock hit bottom. Sherry once again looked at me with that wild eyed surprise and moaned, "OH MY GOD!"

 

I could feel my cock throbbing in her pussy and I could feel her pussy spasming on my cock. I knew my sweet Sherry was ready to erupt again. I tried to stay perfectly still to keep her on the edge for as long as I could.

 

OHHH MYYYY GOD! That feels sssooo gooood. Her spasming pussy felt great around my cock. Sherry flailed and thrashed as her orgasm drew nigh. I didn't move I just left my cock buried in her hot little pussy as she squirmed around.

 

After she calmed down a bit I began to fuck her slow and steady. She just lay there whimpering and trembling. I fucked her with slow steady strokes just a couple of inched at first.

 

"OH GOD that's good," she moaned as I began to fuck her just a little deeper with longer strokes.

 

I thought she was gona come unglued as she started bucking back against my cock.

 

“Fuck me, oh yes, fuck me,” she panted.

 

I buried my cock even deeper and I felt it slip past her cervix. The combination of pleasure and pain caused a twitching in her rapidly expanding pussy and she cooed, "fuck me, you’re so deep in me, so deep, Oh God you’re so deep. Oh your fucking me sooo good, I want to cum again, make me cum with your big cock, OOOWWWWW, Oh Yeah, Oh Yeah Fuck, MEEEEEE oh your so so deep, it’s so deep, fuck me with your big dick, ohh fuck meeeeeeeeeee!" CUM IN MY PUSSY! FUCK ME!!!”

 

I wanted to cum too, but her tight little pussy felt so good I didn't ever want this to end. She bucked so hard I thought she was gona throw me off of her. I plowed my cock as deep as I could into that hungry little pussy with out hurting her. She bathed my cock with more of her hot pussy juice her amazing little pussy was sucking on my cock as it stretched around my swollen cock.

 

I started fucking her harder and faster now being careful not to go to deep and hurt her. I buried my cock into her hungry little pussy over and over. We were both soaked in sweet sweat and cum.

 

Just then she started to climax again and she bucked back against my cock that was completely buried deep in her hot little snatch. I kept my cock buried deep in Sherry’s twat. She then looked at me wide eyed and screamed, “AAAAHHHHHHHH! AAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! God Yes!!! OH GOD YES! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! OH GOD YES, I'M CUMMMINNNNNNGGGG!!!!”

 

And she drenched my cock with another load of her hot pussy cum.

 

The lubrication helped facilitate my cock in her tight little snatch. I continued keep my cock buried deep in her pussy as she bucked wildly. I felt like I could fuck forever. I grabbed her arms and held her absolutely still then looked deep into those wild green eyes of hers, she was breathing heavy but she looked back intently while she panted. I dropped my cock as far up her pussy as it would go while staring deep into her wonderful green eyes. She tried to kiss me and buck back on my cock but I held her perfectly still. She looked at me a little surprised and I flexed my cock to make it expand in her pussy.

 

She whimpered a little then a contorted look came across her face, "OH GOD YESS THAT FEELS GOOD!!!" she half whispered.”

 

“I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOUR COCK, OH GOD, I LOVE YOUR COCK, OH YEAH FUCK ME AGAIN WITH YOUR COCK, OH GOD HELP ME I LOVE YOUR COCK, FUCK ME DEEP WITH YOUR COCK! I LOVE IT, GOD I LOVE IT! I LOVE YOU!”

 

I flipped her over so she was on top so I could watch her ride me. She humped my hard cock like a pro as she fucked me softly moaning and cooing. I cupped her tits as she bounced on my ragging hard on. As she bucked a little harder on my cock I realized I couldn't hold out any longer. I wanted to cum so bad deep in her little pussy. My cock was screaming to cum and I fucked her even faster as I heard her say, oh yeah, give it too me, give it to me, cum for me baby, fill my pussy with cum."

 

That was all the encouragement I needed.

 

You like my dick in your hungry little pussy sweets?

 

Oh yeah give me your dick, give me your cum, she purred.

 

I'm gona give it all to you Sweets. I'm gona fill you full of my cum!

 

Give it to me, Fuck ME I need it, GIVE IT ALL TO ME, OH GOD I LOVE YOU! 
 
I flipped her back over on her back once again and fucked her hard with out holding back. My balls making a smacking sound as they bounced off her asshole the wails and screams of ecstasy could probably be heard for miles in those secluded woods as I fired load of cum this time directly deep into her womb. I pulled her back over and on top of me with my dick still buried deep in her pussy. I felt cum ooze out of her cunt as she rocked contentedly back and forth until my orgasm subsided and my cock grew limp.

 

We lay there soaked in our love juices and fell in on each other in a heap of soggy wet flesh with out a word.

'If you can find me, you can have me'

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It was another dull day in the office, and I was very easily distracted by her. I just couldn’t help but stare; the curve of her ass, her cleavage tempting my eyes, those beautiful red lips. I had slept with Kaitlin before, after a few drinks on a works night out. Now as my eyes pierced into her I was remembering what a great shag she was, how that night she had begged me to fuck her harder, she was pure filth and I loved it!

She looked up at me, and embarrassed I quickly looked away. A couple of minutes later my phone beeped. The text instantly made my cock stiff,
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It was Kaitlin: ‘So horny x.’

I was feeling cheeky so decided to play the game.

‘You’re looking so hot today, your tits look amazing x’

I anxiously awaited her reply, and was totally caught off guard by what she sent, a photo looking straight down the top of her shirt. Fuck me what a pair, the perfect shape. Her low cut bra left little to the imagination, but I couldn’t quite make out her nipples.

‘Got anything else to show me? x’ I replied.

Boy did she, the next photo was of her sweet, smooth pussy! Straight up her skirt, no knickers, just her cunt glistening from the flash of her camera phone. By the looks of it she really was horny!

I responded with my own photo, a shot of the massive hard on she was giving me! I saw her check her phone and she got up. She didn’t even look at me as she walked around the corner. Then came the reply,

‘If you can find me you can have me x’

I knew exactly where she’d be. It was 2 o’ clock, time to refill the photocopier. I knew as I always watched her bend over to fill the draws, I’m sure she got off on the fact she was showing the whole office her ass. I stood up, trying to hide my hard on, and headed for the store room.

She was waiting for me. As I walked in and closed the door, she smiled at me. She turned around and lifted up her skirt. ‘Be quick, I’ve got loads to do.’ Her 3 inch heels and those long, shapely legs put her at the perfect height as my trousers dropped. I pressed the head of my cock against her sweet pussy lips and she seemed to suck me in, like a vacuum. Fucking hell she was so wet and my cock filled her instantly. I slipped all the way in and paused, savouring the feeling of her soft cunt. She wasn’t content to savour the moment, she had already began bucking back against me.

I grabbed a hold of her firm ass and started to drive my dick in and out of her. She was trying not to make too much noise but every now and then she let out the hottest little moans and gasps. She grabbed hold of the shelf to steady herself, and tossed her long blonde hair to one side as she turned around to look at me. I’d found my rhythm, thrusting in and out of her, her pussy was on fire!

It didn’t take long for her to climax, she was playing with her clit as I fucked her and the feeling of her fingers flicking against my balls meant I wasn’t going to last much longer. I put my arm around her waist and thrust deep into her. I felt her pussy tighten and her mouth fell open as she moaned aloud in pleasure.

Kaitlin hopped off my knob and turned around, kissing me with the sexiest little grin. She started to undo her shirt as she got to her knees. She unclasped her bra, those luscious tits bouncing free.

‘I know exactly what you want’ she said, the words sent a tingle down my spine. She looked straight into my eyes as she took my cock into her hands. She had come all over my dick so the feeling of her fingers wrapping around my wet shaft as she cupped my balls with her other hand tipped me over the edge. With just 3 pumps of my cock I was coming. ‘Fuuuuck,’ I groaned as my sperm hit her right in the middle of her chest and ran down between her tits. It splattered across her breasts and over her pert little nipples. Her tits were covered in my spunk, she was milking me for every last drop and only let my cock go once I had started to go soft. Kaitlin reached for some toilet paper and cleaned herself up. I pulled up my trousers and slumped against the wall trying to catch my breath. She re-hooked her bra, buttoned up her shirt and shook her ass in my face as she straightened her skirt. She gave me a kiss, ‘Thanks, I think Ill be horny again about the same time tomorrow,’ she said with a cheeky smile as she left. I returned to my desk, I’d not even been gone 10 minutes!

 

 

Cooking For Danielle

ddn2003 on Sex Stories

A friend of mine introduced me to Danielle.  After a few dates, I knew I had lucked out.  She was smart, intelligent, funny, compassionate shared the same interests and of course, beautiful! Dannie, as I called her, was  5’4” with flowing red hair and engaging green eyes.  She wasn’t skinny, but wasn’t fat either.  I guess you could say she had a little extra padding.  I’m six feet and had recently lost 140 pounds.

I invited her to my place to show her my culinary skills.  Apparently, women like a man who can cook!  She told me to surprise her for dinner.  Around 7ish, the intercom rang.

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“Hi Dan!  It’s me!”  She said.
“Me who?”
“Very funny!  Buzz me please.”  About five minutes, I had a knock on my door.
“Salut!”
“Hi to you too!”  She responded.

She came in and put down her purse.  I hung up her coat and snuck a peek at her ample cleavage!  She was wearing red V-neck short sleeve shirt and a black skirt that accentuated her legs.
 
“Welcome to my place!”
“Thank you for inviting me over.”

We walked into my living/dining room.  I had done my best to impress her.  I had the lights dimmed and candles lit on the table.

“You sure know how to impress a lady!”  She commented.
“Well, thank you milady!”  I said as I bowed... and stole another peek of her cleavage.
“Dinner should be ready in about five minutes.  Would milady care to sit?”  I asked as I pulled the chair out.
“OOOO!  A gentleman too!  Extra points for you!”
“I wasn’t aware there were points!  What are the points good for?”
“You’ll find out eventually! So what has the chef prepared for us tonight?”
“You’ll find out soon enough!”

We started with salad, followed by chicken parmesan with spaghetti and garlic bread.  We drank lots of wine too.  For dessert, I made tiramisu.

“Dan, you are an amazing cook!”  She said.
“Thanks!  I only cook for special people.  Why don’t we grab our wine and head to the couch.”
“Sounds like a plan!”

We headed to the couch where we drank more wine while we talked.  After finishing off a second bottle of wine, Dannie was a little buzzed.

“Dan, can I ask you a question?”
“Of course Dannie.”
“Did you invite me over here for sex?”
“Wow!  I’ll be honest.  I did think about it, but it’s not the reason I invited you over.”
“Really?”
“Really!  I like you a lot and I’m very attracted to you, but sex is never a requirement.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the lips.  We started to make out.  Thinking that I was taking advantage of her, I asked,

“I feel like I’m taking advantage of you”
“You’re not.  The question was a little test.  Most of the guys I’ve dated just want sex when they invite me over.  So I ask the question.  If they say yes or they push for it, I leave.”  She explained.

We went back to making out.  She pulled up her skirt a little and straddled me.  Her breasts were now right in front of me!  What a sight!  I looked into her eyes and saw pure lust!  She leaned down and we began kissing again.  She started dry humping me.  Slid my hands under her shirt and began fondling her breasts.  This went on for 10 minutes or so before she got off me.

“Let’s move this to your bedroom.”  She said.  I wasn’t about to say no!

We continued making out all the way to my room.  As I backed up, I hit the edge of my bed and fell onto it, pulling her with me.  She got up and pulled her shirt other her head to reveal her huge breasts encased in a red bra.

“I know you like these, don’t you?”  Pointing at her breasts.
“Hell Yeah!”

She continued undressing by removing her skirt, letting it fall to the floor.  She wasn’t wearing any panties!  She was gorgeous!  I tried to remove my shirt.

“Here, let me help you.”

She walked up to me, got down on her knees, undid my pants and pulled them off.  She looked at the bulge in my underwear and said,

“Is that because of little old me?”

I just smiled and winked!  She pulled my underwear off, gave my cock a couple strokes and began sucking the head like there was no tomorrow!

Looking down at her, I said “Oh!  That feels so amazing!”

She looked up at me, smiled and began deepthroating my entire cock!  Her small mouth fit my thick cock almost perfectly!  I wasn’t sure how much longer I was going to last.  I kept fighting off my orgasms and she kept trying to induce one.  I couldn’t fight it anymore!

“I’m going to cum!”  I said.

This only made her increase the suction.  I came deep in her throat.

“Holy moly!  That was the best ever!”  I said.

I moved myself fully onto the bed.  Dannie climbed on top of me.  She started grinding her pussy on my cock.  Dannie suddenly stopped and sat up.  I looked at her inquisitively.  She reached back and removed her bra, letting the breasts I’ve been dying to see hang free.

“I know you’ve snuck peeks at them!  Now you don’t have to sneak around!”

I reached up and grabbed a handful in each hand.  They felt so good!

“MMMM!  Pinch and twist my nipples!”  I complied.
“Harder!”  I complied again.

I pulled her down, kiss and then bit each nipple.

“OH!  You dirty boy!”
“You know you like it!”  I said as I winked.
“I certainly do!”

She leaned down and kissed me.  I took the opportunity to roll over so she was below me.

“I wanna fuck you so badly!”  I said.
“Before you fuck me, you’re gonna have to eat me out first!  It’s only fair!”
“No problemo!  Move up a little.”

I lowered my face to her plump pink pussy.  The smell was intoxicating!  I began licking her pussy from bottom to top, swirling my tongue around her clit.

“MMMM!  That feels good!  Keep going!”

I did as I was told!  I mixed it up a little, changing directions and styles.

“Keep going!  I’m close!  So close!”

I applied a little pressure to her clit with my teeth, which set her off into a very loud orgasm.  She was panting heavily as she said,

“Damn!  You’re pretty good yourself!”
“You have an exquisite pussy!”

I moved back up and kissed her.  I reach into my night table for a condom.

 “Is that a latex condom?  Don’t use it, I’m allergic to latex.  Don’t worry, I’m on the pill and I was recently tested”
“Ok.  Not a fan of condoms anyways.”

I grabbed my cock and teased her clit with the tip of my cock a little bit.  I then pushed the head of my cock into her pussy and pulled out.

“Stop teasing me and fuck me!”

Once again, I did as I was told.  I slowly pushed my cock into her tight, wet pussy.  It was a sensational feeling!  I was fucking her with slow and long strokes.  She was moaning with every stroke.  I sped up the pace, which brought a pleasurable smile to her face.  As the pace quickened, she wrapped her legs around me.

“I love your cock in my pussy!  MMMMM!”

As amazing as her pussy was, I couldn’t forget the sight of her on top of me with her tits free from her bra.  I pulled out, rolled off her and told her to get back on top of me.  I watched as my cock disappeared again in her pussy.  I looked up to the familiar sight with a smile.

“Should I just sit on your cock while you admire my tits?  Or should we get back to fucking?”
“I’m done admiring them... for now!”

She gave me a devilish smile.  She slammed down on my cock and continued fucking me hard.  I grabbed her hips to slow the tempo just a bit and matched it with my upstrokes.  We were going at for some time when she said,

“I’m gonna cum soon!”

I increased my upstrokes and put my finger into her ass.  That set her off!  Her pussy locked down on my cock and she was screaming.  A minute or two later, she released her grip on my cock.

“That was better than the first orgasm!  Now it’s your turn!  How can I make you cum again?”
“Let me titty fuck you!”
“You really are a dirty boy!  I love it!”

She caught her breath and rolled off.  I straddled her stomach and put my cock between her huge tits.  She pushed them together and I started fucking her tits.  It wasn’t the same as her pussy, but it was still pretty damn good!  It wasn’t going to take long for me to cum.

“I’m close!  Where do you want it?”
“All over my face!”

I pulled my cock out from between her tits and got up on my knees.  After a very brief handjob, I came all over her face.  As I finished spurting, Dannie pulled my cock into her mouth, sucked the last of my cum out and cleaned off my cock.  I got off her.

“That was awesome!  I’m gonna go wash up.”

I just layed on my bed, revisiting the events of the night in my mind.  A moment later, Dannie returned.  She got on the bed and cuddle close to me.

“Dan, I have to admit that I was hesitant about coming here.”
“Really?  Why?”
“As nice as you have been, I told you about my past experiences and wasn’t sure if you were just being to get me in bed.”
“And now?”
“I’m really glad I ‘came’ over!”
“Haha!  Very cute!”

We cuddled and talked some more until we fell asleep.

I tricked my sister 3 - Virgin pussy

Thisguy on Sex Stories

I woke up with the hardest morning wood I had ever gotten. I must have dreamed about hooking up with my sister the night before. There is nothing I’d rather do than take my dick in my hand and stroke it until I explode. I resisted the urge and thought about how big of a load I could give my little sister tonight if I save it up all day. 

It’s almost 7pm, I start thinking about tonight. I wasn’t quite sure if she was going to come back. She told me she had fun sucking my dick last night, but hasn’t said anything to me today, not even a seductive look. I head up to my room and put o

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n a porno while I wait for her.

I heard both mom and dad head to bed early tonight. It was only 8:30 and they were already in their room for the night. I really hope she wants to play again tonight. I spent all day thinking about how hard she makes me cum.

Ten minutes later I hear a faint knock on my bed room door before she enters. She comes over and sits on the bed next to me and we watch the porno on my TV.


”Want me to suck your dick?” She turns to me and says.

“Yea” I reply while unzipping my pants.

She gets down on her knees and once again takes the head of my dick into her mouth.

It was only the third time my sister had ever had a cock in her mouth, but the way she sucked me off she could have had years of experience.

Her head bobs up and down faster sucking me deeper down her throat. I look down to watch my cock slide in and out of her warm mouth. She is fingering her pussy and beginning to moan. She stops and looks up at me

“Want to fuck?” she asks

“Yea I do! “  I say eagerly

She stands up slides her pajama pants and panties to the floor. I see her hairy young bush for the first time. She gets back on the bed lays on her back and spreads her legs. I crawl between her legs and on top of her lightly pushing the head of my dick between her wet pussy lips. Her pussy lips were so hot and her juices felt incredible on the tip of my cock.

I rock forward pushing my dick against her tight opening. She winces in pain but I still haven’t gotten in the head of my dick 

I slowly rock back and forth pushing my dick through her wet lips and up against her pussy. My dick feels so good sliding back and forth on her pussy. She begins to moan as my dick rubs faster against her clit. I held my cock and pushed it against her hole.

“Oh fuck!” she yells turning bright red. “That feels so good”

“Ohhhhhh!” I moan loudly as the head of my cock plunges into her.

Her pussy is so hot and sticky. I can feel a thick film of her natural lube building up on my cock. I steadily pump my dick deeper and deeper into her pussy.

“Oh my god yes Fuck me!” she screamed as her body began to shake.

“How does it feel” I ask

“It feels so good’ she moans

“You like my dick in your pussy?”

“Oh yea” she mumbles

I pick up the pace and pump my dick all the way into her pussy until I hit bottom. My dick is throbbing, I can feel the cum building up ready to blow.

“Fuck yea I’m gonna cum!” I shout thrusting deep into my little sister’s pussy.

She tried to push me away, but I kept pumping my dick deep into her pussy. She pushed against my chest to stop me. Her struggling turned me on even more. Thrusting deeper and harder into her I feel my throbbing dick ready to burst.

“Don’t cum in me!” she gasped

“Oh fuck!” I scream pulling out my dick just in time to shoot my first stream of cum onto her stomach. She sat up and took my dick into her mouth

“Fuck that feels so good!” I moaned as she sucked every last drop of cum from my dick.


We both collapse on the bed and lay there with trembles still running through our bodies.

“be right back, I have to run to the bathroom” she says before getting dressed and disappearing down the hall.

She comes back in quietly a few minutes later and sits back down on the bed.

“I can hear mom and dad” she said

“Are they still awake?” I asked

“yea in their room’

“what do you mean you heard them”

“mom was moaning, I think they are fucking” she whispered

“oh shit!” I jumped up grabbed a towel to wrap around myself and walked down the hallway towards their room with my sister follow close behind.

As we got closer to their room I could hear muffled moans along with their bed creaking. My jaw dropped before slowly turning into a grin. We stood their for a few more minutes. The moans got more intense as dad must have been fucking my mom harder and harder.  I got my sister’s attention and motioned for her to go back to my room.

I dropped the towel to the floor, my dick sprang out harder than ever. I sat down on the corner of the bed and pulled my sister close to me. I kissed her deeply as I worked my hand into her pajama bottoms to finger her pussy. She quickly slid out of them again. She got on my lap letting my dick slide into her pussy and wrapped her legs around my waist.

I used my legs and the spring of the bed to bounce her up and down on my lap. Ah her pussy felt so fucking good sliding up and down my shaft. She was already turning bright red again as she bounced on my dick. I felt her pussy tighten up around my dick.

“Oh my god I’m cumming!” she yelled wrapping her legs tight around my waist. I pushed my hips up and down faster fucking her as hard as I could. She moaned louder and her pussy contracted and squeezed my dick tighter.

“Fuck yes!” I scream wrapping my arms around her tight and pushing my dick deep inside her pussy. Her pussy tightens up once more triggering the most intense orgasm. I thrusted upwards burring my cock as deep as I could as it throbbed filling her with cum.

We sat basking in our orgasms for a few moments until my dick softened up and feel from her pussy. She got dressed once again and waved goodnight as she closed my bedroom door behind her.

A Journey of a Real Woman

editor on Sex Stories

A JOURNEY OF A REAL WOMAN By Kacey1999 Email kcdouglas1999@yahoo.com Please email me your comments and suggestion, as I appreciate readers who take the time to give feedback. The style of this story is new and I hope readers can understand what I tried to do. I am telling Betsy's story, as she gets set to turn 40, and she thinks back to what has happened in her life. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest. Chapter Three Betsy had something to eat and felt thoroughly refreshed. The weekend dream festival was progressing exactly as planned and she still had chapters of her life story to review. Her grad school relationship with Ron was over and thankfully she had gotten rid o
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f a demon that had bothered her for many years. Then she remembered the promise to go over everything that happened in the SM chamber owned by Ron's boss. Now that she had rid herself of the nightmares from the experience, she looked forward to reviewing the torture. Suddenly a shiver ran up her spine, making the hair on the back of her head, stand up. Betsy realized the many torture machines had revealed her secret dark-side. The wicked contempt shown by Ron and his boss had overly excited her, and it resulted in the orgasm of her life. But Betsy vowed to not dwell on the experience right now and she planned to save that for another chapter. Betsy's rest period was done and she rushed back to the spare bedroom for more erotic dreams. She was already into the next chapter when she jumped on the bed. Betsy landed in a comfortable position on her back and felt it was best because she could look up at this mysterious woman living her life without regrets. Of course she was the woman and loved trying to visualize everything right down to the most interesting detail. Grad school was finished and so was her affair with Ron. Betsy moved back to New Orleans taking a part-time, teaching job while putting her resume out to every school in the south. She lived with her father and he was very glad to have her living at home again. Being the only child, she was close to her father and it gave her a chance to do things for him again. It never hurt to have a woman's touch around the house, and Betsy's dad loved having her around even though she nagged him. This chapter of her life would see Betsy discover herself, as a mature woman. Her education years were over and now it was time to find a job she liked. It was a little before Mardi Gras and certainly party time in New Orleans. Betsy was at a party when she met Phil. He walked into the room with a cooler in his hand and instantly zeroed in on the sexiest woman in the room. They talked and Phil invited Betsy to a basketball game the next day. Phil invited her to Washington, DC for a Congressional Mardi Gras party, which Betsy could still remember. He booked her into the Ritz and they made love over the weekend. It started a long distance relationship with daily phone calls and constant emails that went on for months. Then Betsy was offered a job in Virginia. It was much better money than her New Orleans job and she moved there to be nearer to Phil. The Virginia location turned out great for a job plus rest and relaxation activities. Phil rented a beach house on the eastern shore for the summer and the couple went there every weekend. Betsy loved the beach, not so much for the water, but just for the playful atmosphere. The house had five bedrooms and two baths and Phil had most of the extra space rented out to his friends. He retained the largest bedroom on the main floor and the other four bedrooms were on the second level. There was a walkway on that level overlooking the dining room, which gave the house a very comfortable feeling. Most of the weekends were spent on the beach drinking, sunning and playing volleyball. Phil was a big volleyball guy and games were played in the sand for the entire summer. Betsy got to know most of the regulars even though there was a constant change of faces. At night most of the people would just come and go, as they pleased, but that didn't bother anyone. Betsy didn't like volleyball but she watched it a lot just to make Phil happy. Most of the guys had nicknames and she found most of them quite hilarious. There was Shape, Supershape who was Shape's brother, Bagman, Pisser and Flipper. When she found out how Flipper got his name, Betsy almost choked. It seemed he was setting up a gangbang on some girl and someone opened the door to the room he was in, to check on what was happening. Flipper was performing oral sex on the girl and he couldn't get any leverage so his arms were flipping back as he tried. Suddenly Betsy wondered what the guys called her but she shivered thinking that it was probably better not to know. Her life story abruptly got more interesting. It was near the end of summer when she was sitting at the dining room table with Phil and a new guy came in. He was a hunk who was staying in one of the upstairs bedrooms for the first time. Betsy remembered being smitten by the guy from the very first time she set eyes on him. She found out his name was Thomas and they had a very nice conversation that eventful day. It made her smile now when she remembered just how naïve and inexperienced she was in those days. Phil, Thomas and she sat around most of the day drinking far too much and joking. As was his custom, Phil was feeling no pain by late in the day. About eight in the evening, Betsy noticed a constant stream of guys going into one of the bedrooms. When she asked why, Thomas simply said that the only way to find out was to have a look. The three went upstairs and Betsy was utterly shocked beyond belief when the door opened. She remembered peeking into the room and the scene taking her breath away. As she found out later, Shape had picked up a girl named Marty and he turned her over to all of his buddies. When Betsy looked into the room, she noticed the naked woman on the bed and she was drenched with white, sticky cum. Betsy wondered if it was lucky or unlucky, but she witnessed Marty being savagely fucked. There was one guy fucking her, another guy with his fat cock in her mouth and a couple others were jerking off on her chest. All of a sudden Betsy's dream flashed into bright, vivid Technicolor. There were three or four naked guys waiting their turn in the room when a sudden onrush of more guys entered. To this day, Betsy never knew how the newcomers snatched her but suddenly she was inside the room. Frantically she looked around and couldn't find Phil or Thomas. Everything happened so fast that even today she couldn't believe how she was pushed up against the rocking bed. She remembered very vividly trying to stop all the hands, which were all over her body. It made her laugh now, but at the time she was terrified. She grabbed someone's bold hand just as it was about to feel her breast and someone else's hand shot under her shirt. Her boobs were outside her bra so fast that she was dumbfounded. Suddenly she had to let go of the hands trying to grope her chest, as there were far more pressing issues. A guy had his hands all over her crotch and another guy was trying to undo her pants. What she heard still sent shivers through her body. "Fresh meat. Hurry up guys... strip the bitch and get her on the fucking bed. Holy sweet shit... this bitch has nice tits. Look at those jugs... and those fucking nipples." The noise in the room was deafening and everyone was cheering. Not only for the guys screwing the slut on the bed but for the guys taking liberties with the new slut. Betsy rolled her head around frantically looking for help. Then she saw her boyfriend and Thomas trying to push the guys aside so they could rescue her. Betsy pleaded for her life just as a guy held her arms fully stretched up in the air. Another guy pushed her shirt and bra all the way up to her neck and yet someone else squeezed her boobs like he had never felt tits before. Everything was out of control. Suddenly she involuntarily sucked in her breath when she felt a hand slip into the waistband of her pants. She didn't mean to but it gave the man more freedom. He quickly shoved his hand into her panties and instantly his fingers closed on her crotch. Nothing so dramatic had ever happened to her before and all Betsy could do was squirm and struggle to get free. Her boobs were waving around like freelance balloons. All of a sudden one of the guys groping her went flying across the room. Then Thomas was standing beside her telling her drunken boyfriend that they should get poor little Betsy back to her own bedroom. Just as he started to lead her from the crowd of sex-starved maniacs, a mountain of a nude man stopped them. He told Thomas that she was the, 'new meat,' but Thomas said he didn't think so. This moose grabbed the front of Thomas' shirt and made a mistake of confronting an unknown opponent. Betsy remembered acting stupid at the time but now she laughed at it. As was her custom, she volunteered to go with the man if it meant he would leave Thomas and Phil alone. She remembered thinking the man was going to beat the shit out of her friends because of her, so the only sane thing she could do was go with the man. The last thing she remembered was Thomas letting go of her hand, as a gesture that he was willing to let her go. When she turned her back to take the mountain man's hand, the man went flying past her and landed on the floor in a heap. His face was bloody and Betsy thought she was dreaming. Then someone took her hand and out the door they went untouched or unmolested. Her legs were so wobbly that Betsy could hardly walk and Thomas led the way to his bedroom, which was down the hall. Drunken Phil followed and he had obviously been affected by the near gangbang of his girlfriend. About the last thing in the world Betsy ever expected she would be willing to do, she did. Her shirt and bra were still askew and she stood motionless when her boyfriend stripped them from her overheated body. Phil was too drunk to care that someone else was in the room and he took his clothes off. "Bets... love. I couldn't believe my eyes... they fucking had your gorgeous tits right out in the open. Fuck honey... I almost came in my pants when that one guy rubbed his cock all over you. Fuck... the one guy shoved his fucking hand down your pants. When he took it out and licked his wet fingers... I wanted to fuck you right there." Phil was shaky but finally managed to get his clothes off. He stood naked, as a jaybird, and let his cock wave in the air when he kept talking. "Honey. I'm sure they would have gangbanged you if Thomas hadn't been there. Yano what I think? I think we should give Thomas a reward. Let him have sex with you. Co'mon... let's do it." His hands were all over her and to this day Betsy couldn't understand why she didn't resist. She merely stood in the room and let her boyfriend take all her clothes off right in front of an almost complete stranger. But then she realized. From the first moment she saw Thomas, she knew he was the man for her. She had never dreamed of being unfaithful to Phil but suddenly she was more than willing. Betsy could still see the nicest smile on the man's face once she was naked. She stared into his dark, paralyzing eyes and knew everything was okay. Thomas did a striptease that any man would be proud of and when he was naked, Betsy's eyes widened in awe. He was all muscle and hung. She could still remember being extremely calm waiting for things to happen. Then Phil guided Betsy to the bed and she never complained. He almost tossed her down while giving every indication that he wanted her to suck his cock. Phil loved having her give him a blowjob and he held his hips out expecting Betsy to fulfill his wishes. "Come on baby. Show the man. Suck cock like you know how," Phil said. "And get on your hands and knees... so Thomas can get his reward." Her boyfriend was serious even though the alcohol influenced him. "Christ baby... I want to watch. I want to watch you have sex with someone," Phil whispered. "I want to watch you give head and get fucked at the same time... by him!" Betsy was simply amazed when it happened. Phil manhandled her until she was on hands and knees and in the desired position. The images of being completely vulnerable flashed in her head and they made her tremble. Phil shoved his cock in her face and Betsy had no alternative but to put it in her mouth. She started sucking Phil and used her hands to stroke his cock just the way he liked. Betsy remembered how severely she trembled when the bed moved. She knew Thomas was getting settled behind her and suddenly she felt something brush against her exposed backside. The devastating thought of being taken by a stranger was more thrilling than she ever imagined. She obediently sucked Phil's cock but all of her senses were focused on what Thomas was doing. Betsy felt the man rub his cock all over her butt and then he touched her between the legs. Her body jerked forward and Phil's cock shot down her throat taking her breath away. Suddenly a streak of lightning struck her pussy opening and the blazing bolt went straight to her head. Thomas felt the upturned ass quiver and rock when he split the puffy labia. He realized Betsy was experiencing a premature orgasm and didn't want to make her wait. Thomas rammed his cock to the hilt and he had never felt anything like it. The extreme heat instantly made his temperature rise and then Betsy pushed back at him. Her sexy body went into convulsion right away and Thomas couldn't believe his good luck. All that interested Phil was inside of Betsy's scorching mouth. He squirmed and tried to make the blowjob last a long time but Betsy was far too determined to end it quickly. She pumped her hand back and forth on his stiff shaft and kept the knob buried in her hot mouth. Even in his drunken stupor, Phil wondered if it was such a good idea. His glassy eyes stared at Thomas, as the man ravaged his girlfriend from behind. Phil reasoned his stamina lasted such a brief time was because of being able to watch Thomas with his girlfriend. He heard bare flesh slapping together, as Thomas fucked Betsy, and all Phil imagined was the man's big cock going in and out of her precious snatch. Phil merely grabbed her head tightly when his orgasm exploded in Betsy's sucking mouth. Then he threw his head back and only wanted to imagine himself with Betsy. Betsy's belly was still experiencing severe contractions when her mouth filled with molten lava. She desperately swallowed Phil's massive load and tried hard not to choke. Just as the last few drops were sucked out of Phil's throbbing pecker, Betsy felt something profound. There wasn't much she could do immediately following a climax but somehow her belly shuddered when the burning lava filled her inner sanctuary. Thomas' strong fingers closed around her waist and he squeezed hard. Betsy felt Thomas pull back at the same time he thrust forward with his powerful hips and she thought the top of her head was coming off. Suddenly more spasms rocked her sweating body, as the man fucked her into a subconscious state. All three sort of collapsed on the bed when the animal lust ended. Thomas kept his distance not wanting to get too close to the couple but Phil had other ideas. His desire for sexual gratification had been satisfied and all he could think of was having another drink. Phil obviously wasn't thinking straight when he excused himself, which shocked Betsy beyond belief. He told Betsy that he was going for another drink and then look in on what the other guys were doing. She took it to mean Phil wanted to watch the gangbang in Marty's bedroom, but the thought didn't upset her at all. *** Betsy remembered being not the least bit concerned when her boyfriend left her with someone else. She was lying on her side and suddenly felt Thomas shifting across the bed until he was up against her back. He hugged her for the longest time and it was the most wonderful feeling. Betsy liked to cuddle after intercourse and in no time her eyes got heavy and closed. She could still remember what happened next. The memory was still like it happened yesterday and Betsy was determined to take her time with this section of her life story. Her mind drifted back to 1991 and she relived one of the most memorable affairs of her life. Betsy was almost asleep, but Thomas had other plans. His right arm was over top of her torso and Betsy kept her arms outstretched, which left her entire front unguarded. At first Thomas' hand merely caressed the front of her body without lingering on any specific spot. In the perfect dreamland state, Betsy faced away from Thomas and let her mind drift through empty space. All of a sudden she was aware of his hand caressing and kneading her tits. One boob at a time, Thomas squeezed and tenderly massaged before lingering on each nipple until it was rock hard. There was a warm smile on her face and Betsy loved that inter-dimensional feeling of being half asleep. Suddenly her heart skipped a few beats when she felt something hard stirring against the back of her legs. She remembered not wanting to open her eyes so she laid still wishing for more lovely embraces. His hand moved from her heaving chest to her tummy, which was going in and out at a furious rate. She felt his fingers tracing lightly across her stomach and then stop at her bellybutton. Betsy sucked in her breath when Thomas touched her hollow and then he teased her until she whimpered out loud. "This time... we are going to do it right. Make mad, passionate love," Thomas whispered into her ear. "Lift your leg... up a bit." Betsy heard his command and obediently lifted her right leg slightly. She didn't expect the biggest thrill when Thomas' hard cock sprang between her thighs. His throbbing member stretched between her legs and sprang up against her wetness. Thomas knew exactly what would get Betsy's blood boiling. His right hand snaked downward and then he put his fingers directly over his hard cock. He pushed hard and felt his shaft embed itself in the immense wetness, which made Betsy's hips quiver wildly. Then he threatened to push the head of his cock into her honey hole and Betsy's breathing halted. Thomas left his meat embedded in Betsy's pussy slit and he deftly squirmed his fingers around the thick head to surround her throbbing clitoris. Betsy felt the head of his cock directly at her opening and his fingers pulling the swollen clit out of the vast wetness. Suddenly her breathing resumed but it was ragged and very broken. Now at the age of 39 and remembering the events in her life, Betsy recalled thinking how the first time was heaven, and the second time was heavenly bliss. She abruptly broke the embrace and rolled over to face Thomas. "Oh gawd, I need you. Please, please make love to me," she whispered. Thomas was skilled in the many facets of what a woman wanted and needed. "Put your hands on it. Feel my cock and make it harder," he whispered. She instantly obeyed not wanting to wait any longer. "Make it nice and hard... hard so you can sit on it." Betsy wondered what he meant but she didn't have to wait long before finding out. Thomas rolled onto his back and that put his engorged cock in a most prestigious position. It hovered at an angle above his hips and Betsy couldn't resist putting her dainty fingers around the thick shaft. "I want to watch you. Watch you make love to me. See you with my cock in your hands... and then see you sitting on top of it," he whispered. Betsy couldn't take her eyes off his penis. Her fingers were wrapped around the shaft and she felt the cock pulsating madly. She swooped down and kissed the glistening end but Thomas was not satisfied. "Leave it laying on my belly... and then sit on top. Sit on me so that your cunt is pushing against my cock. I want you to feel it... against your love-box," Thomas said. "I want to watch you... see you making love." Thomas laid flat on his back with his legs together. Betsy crouched over his thighs and place one of her knees on either side on his outstretched legs. She bent over and put her face mere inches above his chest. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted above his muscular hips and leaned forward. His pecker pressed against the front of her body and Betsy felt it jerking up and down so that it banged her belly. Betsy couldn't remember wanting something so badly. She was willing to do whatever Thomas wanted if he would satisfy her burning desires. Suddenly he took control. "Suck my nipples. Suck'em love," he whispered. "Make them hard with your tongue... and your teeth!" She had never heard any man say that but strangely Betsy found his request very stimulating. When she reached out and put his tiny nipple in her mouth, it was a most profound feeling. Her tongue rolled the bud around and covered it with saliva, which brought moans from Thomas. "Yes baby. Just like that... now the other." Betsy caressed both nipples and found the experience made her even hotter. Then she nibbled on the tiny buds and noticed how his chest seemed to push up to meet her mouth. Suddenly Thomas put his strong hands on her ass cheeks and moved her butt until it was directly over his crotch. She had to straighten up but managed to retain a hold on his nipples. "Sit on it. Put your wet pussy right on top of my cock. Push my cock into your lips. Baby... spread those juicy lips with my cock," he said. Thomas guided her hips and he knew when things were right. Betsy gasped out loud when the throbbing cock split her soaked pussy lips and the thick shaft embedded into her narrow slit. She sat up straighter but kept her hands on his chest. Her fingers pinched his nipples and twisted them ever so tenderly. The thick cock burned her pussy and Betsy couldn't sit still. Her hips jiggled back and forth and Thomas pulled down hard with his hands around her slender waist. Suddenly Betsy wanted it now. Her tummy started to quiver in and out and Thomas was afraid she was not going to wait so he lifted her up. "Not yet. Get up... hold my cock up and sit on it. I want it in your belly," he moaned. Betsy shifted to the rear so that she was sitting on his legs. Her hand grabbed the enlarged cock as soon as it was free and she held it straight up in the air. Betsy would never forget the feeling. She squatted and ever so slowly moved forward until she was above his muscular hips again. Then she held perfectly still. Betsy stared down at the upstanding cock. She wondered if she should sit down but her body was moving before the answer came. Thomas put his hands around her waist and guided her forward, an inch at a time. When the tip of his bulbous cock touched her crotch, her breathing stopped. Betsy was afraid to take her hand off his thick shaft and held the cock straight up. The feeling was out of this world when her body lowered a little. First one inch, then two, and suddenly her hand let go. Betsy was staring into his eyes when it happened. She felt his hands tug on her slender waist and knew he was going to do it. She merely held her breath waiting. Then Thomas squeezed his hands into her burning flesh and pulled downward with all his strength. He thrust up with his powerful hips and buried his cock to the hilt with one swift stab. It must have taken minutes to start breathing again, and when she did, all Betsy could do was gasp desperately for much needed air. She was positive that she started creaming on the first thrust and didn't stop until he finally climaxed deep inside of her. It was the longest and most intense orgasm of her life up to that point and one she would always remember. That time, years ago with Thomas, still brought back good memories. Betsy also realized that it was a defining moment in her life. She realized her relationship with Phil was over and vowed to leave her boyfriend to be with Thomas. The ecstasy lasted for hours that night and she experienced one orgasm after another. She wasn't sure what time it was when she left Thomas' room but eventually she wound up back in bed with her boyfriend. Phil must have passed out sometime during the night like he did every weekend. He was in bed still completely dressed and hardly stirred when she came to bed. Phil mumbled some indistinguishable statement, as she climbed into bed, and Betsy assumed he was oblivious to her spending hours with another man. 'But then again,' Betsy mused. 'Maybe he knew and wanted me to screw his buddy.' Phil's eyes flickered for a brief moment, as if he acknowledged her return to bed from using the bathroom. *** In the morning, Phil had a humongous hangover. He woke up and threw his arm around Betsy but luckily for her, he didn't try anything. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that she didn't want to have sex with Phil. She had such a wonderful feeling after the night with Thomas and she didn't want to spoil it. Sunday morning was a complete blur with Betsy reminiscing about the time with Thomas. She had breakfast with Phil and immediately after went up to the room she shared with Thomas. That was when she felt like someone stabbed her in the heart. The room was empty and it had been neatly cleaned up. Betsy stood outside the room in disbelief, which must have been noted by a girl, named Penny, who was walking by. "Are you looking for Thomas? If so... he's gone. Packed up and left about nine," the girl informed Betsy. She could see the concerned look on Betsy's pretty face so she continued. "I liked Thomas. He's not like most of the guys. Are you his girlfriend?" Betsy was not able to speak right away but found her voice eventually. "No. No... We're just friends. I'll see him later... I'm sure he'll be on the beach this afternoon." Betsy thought back to her initial meeting with Penny. She was a lovely girl who went to church every Sunday. Penny was fairly thin and she had the cutest smile on her face all the time. The one thing a person noticed about Penny right away was that the woman didn't have boobs. Betsy remembered feeling sorry for her at the time but later she realized that Penny had nipples that made up for any lack of tits. Right after finding out that Thomas had departed, Betsy had to be alone. She left Penny standing in the hallway and rushed back to her room. Phil had already changed for the beach and he was dressed in his normal volleyball attire. They exchanged greetings and agreed to meet on the beach at the courts. Betsy stayed in the room for about an hour but then decided it was best to socialize. Most of the regulars were already at the beach when Betsy finally arrived. She needed sleep more than anything and quickly nodded off into dreamland once her chair was settled on the sand. Even the loud hollering and volleyball cheering didn't bother her that day. Her mind drifted off and it was Thomas who was in her most intimate thoughts. After thirty minutes, someone thrust a beer into her hand. There was still no sign of Thomas so Betsy slowly sipped the beer while nonchalantly watching the sweaty volleyball players playing in the sand. Then she dropped off asleep for another hour before repeating the frustrating exercise. She thought about last night and her mind tuned out all of the things going on around her. It was like trying to solve an equation and all Betsy thought about was when, and if, Thomas would show up. She had that worried, sickening feeling that people got when they weren't sure about a love affair. Betsy remembered every question rushing through her distraught mind waiting to see Thomas again. 'Did Thomas like her? Did he want her to be his girlfriend? Did she do something wrong or did Thomas just use her last night?' The last question was the most disturbing, but Betsy didn't believe the man betrayed her feelings and emotions. She was still disillusioned and halfway through her third beer when her thoughts were interrupted. "Is this chair taken? My... you look even lovelier than last night." Betsy came fully awake in a heartbeat and she started to stutter. "What? No... Oh, no," she muttered before realizing there was no chair but her own around. She blushed and could feel her heart beating so fast it must have made her look silly. Thomas sat down in the sand and they chatted for a long time. They talked about nothing and little things that didn't require much thinking. Suddenly she realized that she didn't know much about the man. She did most of the talking last night, a southern thing, she thought. So they chatted about him. Betsy asked about the mountain man last night, as she was still confused about how the man went flying. Thomas told her that he was a 3rd degree black belt so quite competent when push came to shove. It bothered Betsy that Thomas had left before seeing her in the morning. He quickly put her fears to rest by explaining that he had to do an errand. Apparently he was moving and had to pick up the keys to his new house in Boston that morning. Betsy felt much better once Thomas told her how he hurried through the transfer and rushed back just to see her. Betsy was in heaven after hearing his heart-warming revelation. They each had a beer and then Thomas suggested they go up to the beach house. "Last night meant a lot to me. Come... I want to fuck you again," he whispered. Her jaw dropped both from surprise and great elation. She gulped her beer and off they went. They went directly to the same room as last night. Luckily it was still unoccupied and her heart stopped when the door slammed shut. They stood face to face and Betsy watched his lips move. "Take off your suit. I know it's a beautiful bikini, but I want to see your gorgeous body... naked," Thomas said. Betsy did as he requested and in a flash Thomas also stripped. "Have you ever masturbated?" She almost fainted but couldn't stop her response. "Yes." The look on his face was serious. "Show me!" Betsy often touched herself when she was with a partner but suddenly she didn't know what to do. Thomas moved over to sit in a chair beside the bed and motioned for her to use the bed. Betsy slowly walked over and sat down facing Thomas. She assumed it would be easy to masturbate but that was far from what happened. All of a sudden she didn't get aroused or worked up when she caressed her boobs. Betsy rolled her nipples around and around but all that did was get them hard. Then she shifted her hand down to her pelvis and put her fingers between her legs. It went better but she still didn't feel close to achieving an orgasm. Suddenly inspiration hit. She visualized seeing Marty during that horrible gangbang. Then Betsy remembered being forced into the room by strangers and having her top lifted up above her breasts. She vowed never to admit the feelings she felt at the time. Her juices started to run and she felt the crotch of her panties getting soaked. Then she pictured the men holding her arms up in the air so they could fondle her boobs. Betsy's hand started to move a lot faster. Suddenly the masturbation was much easier. She remembered her nipples being pinched so hard it hurt but that didn't matter at the time. Her visualization continued with the men molesting her boobs and one guy even sucked her nipple. Then Betsy pictured what should have been the most disturbing thing that happened. While the men groped her titties, another man shoved his hand inside her pants. The man had one goal in mind and his fingers entered her wetness with lightning speed. Afterwards Betsy wondered if she spread her legs or if the man forced them apart. She remembered struggling like crazy, but it merely seemed to give the man more freedom. Suddenly her fingers were his fingers. She put the clit between her thumb and forefinger and started twirling it vigorously until she felt the first spasm shot through her loins. Thomas watched the erotic bliss with immense admiration. He adored Betsy's wit and charm but suddenly he loved her sexy body and adorable treasures. Betsy threw her head back and pushed out her chest when her left hand grabbed a boob. Her fingers pulled the hard nipple outward, as if offering it to the enthusiastic onlooker. Her right hand was a blur and Thomas caught brief glimpses of the rosy bud when it swirled around in the vast wetness. Thomas knew exactly when Betsy climaxed. Her right hand stopped moving except for her fingers squeezing the puffy clit. Then her hips jerked out of control and thrust wildly at the imaginary stranger. When the orgasm subsided enough to enable Betsy to breathe properly again, Thomas ordered her to suck his cock. "Get me harder. Put your lips around my cock and suck it... so I can stick it in your cunt," he commanded. In a less demanding manner he added, "Baby... I want to fuck you so badly." It made her chuckle now, but Thomas was a mouthful. There was no need to get him hard because his cock was already throbbing like crazy. But she obeyed relishing the opportunity to satisfy his demands. Then Thomas ordered her to kneel beside the bed. He jerked Betsy around and made her go down on her hands and knees. He forced her upper torso onto the bed with her head facing to the side. It was that familiar position, which Betsy loved, and she readied herself for what came next. Suddenly it all made sense to her even though it was years later. Thomas liked being in control and he loved ordering her to do things. He never asked or pleaded for her to do something, he only ordered her. In the beginning, she would have it no other way. She was submissive and liked pleasing others and this was her way of making someone special in her life happy. Once again Betsy was in heaven. Thomas knelt behind her and he did everything in slow-motion. He put the flared head of his cock at her opening and then he slowly pressed his hips forward. His glorious penis slid into her volcano and she could only remain stationary. Betsy felt his hand on her side so she lifted up slightly, thinking he wanted to reach under her outstretched torso. Instead he grabbed her hand and rolled her fingers up but left her thumb sticking out. Then he ordered her to suck her thumb, which she did right away. The rest was a blur to Betsy even now. She remembered sucking her thumb and Thomas pounding her cunt like a madman. She experienced one orgasm followed immediately by another and it seemed the man had everlasting stamina. Lights flashed in her head, her nipples were on fire and a thousand volts of electricity zapped her whole body. Then she felt his hips jerking randomly out of control and suddenly her entire body shut down. When Betsy came down out of the clouds, she was in his arms. Her head was on Thomas' chest and they talked for a while. He mentioned how lucky it was that her thumb was in her mouth when she climaxed because her loud groans of ecstasy would have been heard at the beach. All of a sudden Betsy realized something. It was during this tender embrace that the first thoughts of love entered her head. They talked and laughed. It seemed so different than anything before. Betsy started playing with his nipples, which she knew he liked. The next thing she knew it was blowjob time. "Hold it. Put the tip of my cock in your mouth... just the tip," Thomas ordered. "Now put your tongue under my cock. Lick it with your tongue... but just keep the tip in your mouth. Yes... yes, like that." Betsy's eyes were glassy, as she stared down at the big penis. "Now stroke it baby. Both hands... stroke it... stroke it harder," he said. "Yes... both hands back and forth... just like that. Keep doing it just like that and watch it cum. Watch me fill your mouth with cum, baby. You're the best cocksucker on the planet." His vulgarity should have disgusted Betsy but it didn't. It seemed to provoke her even more and she yearned to make him happier. Betsy milked Thomas' thick cock until she swallowed his big load of creamy cum. *** The time was getting to be late afternoon. Betsy and Thomas jumped out of bed with the realization that the beach crowd, especially Phil, would have noticed Betsy's disappearance. They showered and it took all their resolve to not start another session of torrid lovemaking. The beach house was about a block from the beach and Thomas thought he should return to the beach via a different route than Betsy. That made sense, Betsy reasoned, as it might look funny to Phil seeing his girlfriend show up with another man after she had been gone for hours. Betsy hoped that she didn't look too guilty when she strolled back to her chair. The volleyball games were still going on but Phil quickly came over to her, wanting to know where she had been. For one of the very few times in her life, she lied. Betsy told her boyfriend that she had not been feeling so good after the beers and she had taken a nap. Then wisely she got them both a beer and afterwards listened to him droll on and on about his volleyball crap. As Phil was yapping, Betsy finally saw Thomas walking up the beach. He was talking to a girl and Betsy remembering thinking how smart he was to solicit such a good cover-up. The girl had a great tan and she was wearing a bright green swimsuit. She appeared to have a pretty good body, but Betsy was too thrilled about what went on all afternoon to be jealous of the girl at first. Then Thomas and the girl stopped and sat on the girl's towel. They chatted and laughed and Betsy almost flew into a fit of rage when the girl put her hand on Thomas' shoulder. She wanted to confront the bitch and tell her that Thomas was her man. Betsy was mad. Then she got mad at Thomas. Suddenly she got mad at Phil for his damn yapping. Abruptly she told Phil that they should hit the road since tomorrow was a school day and she had to get up early. Betsy left the beach with Phil and she refused to look back at Thomas for fear of losing her nerve. She was determined to make a stand and show Thomas that she was not happy when he got too friendly with other women. Strange as it sounded now, Betsy reasoned her relationship with Thomas was much more than a fleeting afternoon, love affair. Betsy had everything packed in no time. They departed so fast that Phil was amazed. He thought Betsy was peeved at something but hesitated to say anything for fear she was mad at him. They bid all their friends a goodbye until next weekend and hit the road. Now years later, Betsy wondered how anyone could act so stupid. She lay in her state of dreamland remembering how mad she was at Thomas and the girl. Her anger turned out to be her boyfriend's immense gratification. Phil received the blowjob of his life on the drive home. He was utterly shocked when Betsy whipped his cock out and then bent over to suck it. Phil wasn't stopping for anything because he didn't want Betsy to stop so he kept driving. The thrill of possibly getting caught or seen by someone on the busy interstate made the experience even more thrilling. Not much was said after he climaxed. Phil merely drove and Betsy sat quietly while they dreamed of separate issues. Betsy wondered if Thomas was real and if her relationship with Phil was actually over. Although Phil had always said they were not fully committed to each other, Betsy still felt guilty for having a secret affair. *** The next weekend signaled the end of summer. It was a three-day affair with Monday being the last holiday of summer and everyone just wanted to party hard. Betsy thought she was right in assuming Phil didn't know anything about what happened last weekend with Thomas. She planned to get more of Thomas' personal information this weekend and hoped he would show up at the beach house. When she and Phil arrived at the house, all the bedrooms were full except for theirs. //// Betsy rushed upstairs to the bedroom that she hoped Thomas would be in, but she sadly found the room occupied by an unforgettable guest. The door of the room was open and Betsy got a glimpse of Marty putting her things away. She had a sudden urge to order the woman out of the bedroom but realized it was not her place to assign rooms. A shiver of doubt went through her tummy wondering if Phil had given Thomas' old room to the disgusting Marty. //// That Saturday was probably the longest day of her life. Betsy sat on the beach watching Phil and volleyball crowd and she remembered drinking way too much. She was kind of down on Phil because her mind was so preoccupied with hopes of seeing Thomas again. It seemed the day would never end but it finally did with a big party in their beach house living room. Everyone sat around getting blasted; it was a combination of too much sun, too much booze and too much late night carousing. The mood on Sunday was far more sedated. Everyone was hung over and Betsy was no different than the rest. She was filled with worry and anxiety thinking that she poured her heart out to a man who didn't want her. It was like any person who dearly loved someone but didn't know whether that person loved them back. Sunday brunch was the first meal of the day and Betsy found herself sitting with Penny at the kitchen table. The two women chatted casually and Penny asked her about Marty. Penny wanted to know what happened last weekend. Betsy watched the girl's reaction when she told her about Marty's gangbang but Penny's face didn't show anything. Knowing the girl was very religious, Betsy assumed that Penny would never condemn anyone for sinning in such an immoral way. Once afternoon arrived, the group was over their hangovers. They were ready for some more sun and volleyball and everyone moved down to the beach. Betsy got her usual spot off to one side of the setup courts and she again lapsed into a state of nervous anxiety. In the middle of the afternoon, all of a sudden she saw him. Thomas was standing with a group of guys who had just finished a volleyball game and he looked marvelous. Betsy didn't want to show too much enthusiasm, but she just couldn't wait. She almost ran up to the group and when Thomas saw her, his face lit up. Suddenly he excused himself and took Betsy's hand leading her off to one side so they could be alone. "I had to come. Sorry I didn't get here earlier... but I got held up. I can't stay this weekend... and I wanted you to know that," Thomas whispered. Betsy stood holding his hands while he kept talking. "I have a big family gathering that I have to attend. It's on right now but I had to come here to tell you... so you wouldn't think I was ignoring you," he explained. "Last weekend... was the best of my life. You mean everything to me... and I didn't want you to worry that I wasn't going to see you again." "It's okay. I wasn't worried. I was just sitting around with the rest of the guys... enjoying the sun and having a few beers," Betsy said feeling her face blush a brilliant red. "I have to be in Boston... well, about two hours ago," he whispered with a chuckle. "But I had to see you. Here! This is my business card. Please call me Wednesday. I'll be in my new home then." They exchanged a loving embrace and suddenly everything was all right. Betsy watched him run down the beach until he was out of sight, and then she returned to her chair. The remainder of the afternoon and evening was a complete blur, as all she could think about was Wednesday, a new beginning in her love-life. Betsy was still in a heightened, emotional state later in the evening. She remembered thinking that nothing could stop her from dreaming about what was in store for the future. Thinking back on that night, Betsy realized that her boyfriend likely planned the whole evening. She was oblivious to the reality Phil plied her with booze, which made her let down her guard. Betsy was completely oblivious that Phil knew about her secret affair. //// Close to midnight, Phil pestered her to join him for a little private party in one of the upstairs bedrooms. Reluctantly Betsy went with him just wanting to get the evening over with so she could go to bed. At the top of the stairs, Betsy halted when she realized Phil was heading towards the bedroom, which held great memories. There were strange moans and groans coming from the room she shared with Thomas the previous weekend and Betsy remembered thinking that the gangbang slut was at it again. //// Suddenly Phil grabbed her arm and made her stand quietly outside the noisy room. The door to Marty's room was open, which Betsy found out later was done on purpose. She could still hear loud moans of a woman's distress and then Phil encouraged her to peek into the room. Not wanting to disobey, Betsy slowly poked her head around the corner and noticed plenty of action on Marty's bed. Betsy was about to retreat when her boyfriend grabbed her arm with a viselike grip. It happened so fast that she didn't get a chance to get away from Phil. "Let's watch. I want to see Marty turn a little miss goodie-girl into her slave," he whispered. Now years later, Betsy realized how naïve and stupid she was back then. She should have realized it was all a setup, but at the time she didn't. Her boyfriend pushed her into the room and up against the wall. They stood motionless and the combatants on the bed never paid any attention to the new onlookers. Thankfully the room was relatively dark so Betsy didn't think she was in the spotlight. She stared at the furious action taking place a few feet away and noticed the naked body of Marty sitting on another woman's face. Marty had her knees around the woman's head and she locked her fingers into the struggling woman's hair. It appeared like Marty was suffocating the woman, as she pulled the woman's head up tightly into her crotch. It had to be seen, to be believed. Marty was forcing a woman to eat her out and there was a man fucking the woman's brains out. The man was perpendicular to the women and he was holding the thrashing legs up in the air. He lay sideways to the woman and pounded his pecker in and out of her hole like a madman. Betsy remembered thinking that the woman must be hurting from being in such a precarious position. Betsy never did know why she merely stood there. Surely, she reasoned now years later, it should have been possible to escape Phil's grasp. All of a sudden Marty was going through the throes of an explosive orgasm. Her body shook and vibrated and Betsy could clearly see she was having an enormous climax. The sound of the woman's tongue lapping Marty's leaking pussy sent shivers up Betsy's spine, as she watched the torrid sex scene. Suddenly Marty's orgasm was over and she shifted her body down so that she was sitting on the woman's stomach. Marty grabbed the woman's legs from the man and held them high in the air, which kept her crotch fully exposed for the man. Betsy's eye's opened in awe when she noticed who it was. Penny, or the righteous Church-girl as the group called her, was laying spread out on the bed with her face covered with Marty's juices. Penny's eyes were open wide and she was staring straight up at the ceiling. Betsy was afraid to move for fear of drawing attention to her and Phil. She ogled the demoralizing gangbang, which was taking place right in front of her, and stood still, flat against the wall. Then Betsy noticed Penny's bare breasts for the first time. She had always known the woman's tits were small and almost nonexistent but she never realized her nipples were so outstanding. They had to be an inch in size and obviously extremely sensitive by the way she moaned when Marty pinched them. The memory suddenly got more detailed and far more vivid. Betsy could hear everything like it was yesterday. "Say it. Say it, slut. Tell mistress to let you cum," Marty hissed daring Penny to say something. "Do you like mistress playing with your glorious nipples? Slut... I can see you want it. Say it!" Marty twirled the woman's nipples around, as if she was twisting them off a bottle. Then she put her face closer to Penny's and dared her again. "I know Stan is fucking your sweet cunt... and filling his slut with cum. Now mistress wants to hear her slave beg... beg for it," Marty whispered. Her voice sent shivers through Betsy even though Marty was speaking to someone else. Suddenly Penny was talking but her voice was too soft to be heard across the room. "Louder! Say it louder... so my new slut can hear. Say it slut," Marty ordered. It never dawned on Betsy at the time but Marty had plans. The sound of Penny's lost pleas were all that she was aware of. "Please... oh please let me cum. God mistress... my nipples... my pussy... oh, my God... I have to cum." Marty pinched the swollen nipples and twisted them as hard as she could. "More!" Penny couldn't stop but nothing she said was discernable. "Ooh... ooh. Oowie... ooh gawd... aah... gaaw, ooh, ooh. Oh no... oh no... yea... plea." It was obvious that Marty was in control and Penny was willing to submit to anything she demanded. Marty whispered in Penny's ear, making the girl speak loud and clear. She pleaded and begged her mistress and Betsy couldn't believe Penny had given in. What Betsy did notice was a world-class orgasm. Betsy didn't even notice what her boyfriend had been doing. She glanced to the side and saw Phil jerking off his hard cock. With her attention diverted at the least opportune time, it enabled Marty to put her devious plan in place. Betsy was petrified standing against the wall when the three naked bodies from the bed approached. "So my little slut likes watching. Did you like watching me turn Church-girl into a slut?" Betsy was too stunned to say anything. Then she got the bright inspiration to run. She pushed away from the wall and was just about to make a getaway when Phil grabbed her arms. He stood behind her and pinned her arms behind her back. Suddenly Marty was in her face. "I asked you a question! Did you like watching me turn Penny into a slut?" Then the woman took advantage of Betsy's captive stance. She wrapped the fingers of her left hand into her hair and jerked Betsy's head until their eyes locked. Betsy knew enough to answer or things could get worse. "No... no, gawd no." A sudden jerk of Marty's left hand and an extremely stern stare was enough to change Betsy's mind. There was a momentary pause. Then Betsy decided to tell the woman what she wanted to hear, assuming it was the best thing to do. "Yea... yes. Yes! I watched... are you fucking happy?" Marty was good at gaining control over submissive women. She had done it many times and certainly the episode with Penny was testament to her ability to become a mistress. Suddenly her right hand slipped under the bottom of Betsy's shirt and instantly closed over her left boob. "I watched you the whole time. I saw the lust on your face. Only a slut would stand there and watch... watch Church-girl being punished." "Oh gawd... I didn't mean to." Betsy tried to turn her head and look at Phil, but Marty held her hair with a secure hold. Then Marty swiftly ripped Betsy's bra up so she could feel a bare breast. Her hand cupped Betsy's titty and squeezed hard enough to get a reaction. Betsy struggled and tried to twist out of Phil's iron-grip. She got a brief hope of getting free, but suddenly Marty took control. She pinched the hardened nipple and rolled it around vigorously until Betsy stopped struggling. Marty got more excited with each passing second. Her head filled with lustful illusions, watching the futile struggles of the gorgeous woman. "Phil tells me that you are the hottest woman around. That you love screwing... anything with a pulse," Marty whispered. "He knows. Phil knows you fucked around... screwed around with Thomas." Betsy continued to squirm, but suddenly she comprehended the severity of the situation. If her boyfriend knew that she had sex with Thomas, he would certainly not help her now. Betsy realized that she was alone against Marty, but also Phil, who would be out for revenge. Marty would try to humiliate and degrade her enough so that she could gain control and Phil would help the woman. But Betsy vowed to be strong and fight the bitch to the end. All of a sudden things took a turn for the worst. "Slut! Come here slut... and see if we can turn dear Betsy into our slave," Marty said to Penny. "Stan honey... and Phil... let's take our little slave to the bed. Then dear Betsy can show us that she's a real slut." Suddenly everyone reached for her. Phil grabbed her under the armpits, someone grabbed one leg, someone grabbed the other, and then they all picked her up like a feather. In a split second, Betsy found herself spread-eagled on the bed with four sex-starved maniacs holding her captive. She twisted and struggled but Phil held her arms fully stretched, up above her head, and her legs were pinned to the mattress by Stan and Penny. Marty was in her glory. She huddled beside the frightened woman and pretended to console Betsy. Marty lifted and supported Betsy's head and stared directly into her eyes. "You think you're too good for the rest of us... don't you? Well, miss prissy... we'll see how good you really are," Marty whispered in a most threatening tone. "Slut... Church-girl! Come here and show our little slave how you like sucking titties. But first... let's get the bitch naked." Marty planned to make Betsy suffer. She was going to strip the woman, but it would be slow and tantalizing. Marty grabbed the bottom of Betsy's shirt and rolled it up to her neck, along with the lacy bra. She shifted slightly to the side and allowed Penny room to move over Betsy's chest. Penny hovered over the captive woman and suddenly the two stared into each other's eyes. Betsy was moved by the hesitant, pleading look on Penny's face and she felt like telling the girl that she understood. Betsy remembered shaking her head when she realized what was about to happen. She glanced down at her exposed chest and noticed her boobs swaying seductively side to side with her ragged breathing. There was a hand, Marty's hand she realized, cupping her right titty and sort of squeezing it into a cone-shape. "Aren't they beautiful... the most succulent tits... ever! Go ahead Penny. Feel them. Put your hands on them and feel what real breast are like," Marty said. It was now or never, Betsy decided. "Phil. Phil! For gawd sake... make her stop! Make the bitch stop... now!" Betsy tried to turn her head upwards so she could see her boyfriend. "For gawd sake, Phil! Do something! Make her stop!" There was no response from Phil except that he tightened his hold on her outstretched arms. When she tried again to reason with him, Betsy decided that a more subtle approach might work. "Oh, please. Phil... please help me. Oh, gawd you have to help me... pleeeeease!" Betsy hoped her pleas would make her boyfriend realize the error of what was happening but that didn't happen. Suddenly her head was jerked so that she stared straight ahead at Penny. The girl's eyes pleaded for forgiveness but that didn't stop Penny from obeying her mistress. Betsy felt the girl's hands shaking when they caressed her breastbone and then slide slowly upwards. The hands quickly stopped vibrating when the fingers seized both dazzling nipples. Betsy gave another valiant attempt to look at Phil, but Marty held her head steady, facing the front. She desperately wanted to lie perfectly still and show Marty that her humiliation was having no affect. Then her breathing got very uneven and her chest heaved displaying some of her lost control. Marty decided it was time for further chastisement. "Now... let's take her clothes off. She likes showing off on the beach... wearing those skimpy outfits," she whispered. "Fuck honey... let's see what those horny bastards keep looking at." Betsy felt so many hands on her torso that it was impossible to fight them off. Suddenly her top and bra were removed and tossed across the room, as if they were rags. She could feel Marty's hands even before they actually touched her body. Betsy knew what was next. Her tummy quivered so violently that it was increasingly harder to breath. Then Marty's fingers unsnapped the waistband of her pants. Betsy couldn't breathe anymore. Suddenly Marty slowly undid the zipper in a most tantalizing fashion and purposely held the flaps open. Betsy's tummy heaved in and out so fast, making it hard to catch her breath when the woman's fingers brushed the edges of her panties. Marty's fingers pinched the elastic band and pulled outward so she could look down the front. "My, my! That's about the nicest cunt... ever. I bet you like it being touched... caressed by a slut. I think you'll like it if Penny touches you... won't you?" All of a sudden the hands returned. Stan along with the helping hands of Marty and Penny quickly stripped the rest of Betsy's clothes while Phil pinned her arms above her head. She remembered sobbing and letting out numerous whimpers when her pants were lowered. Then more sobs when her panties were stripped leaving her completely naked. Betsy tried kicking but her legs merely thrashed in midair before getting pinned on the bed again. Things were getting more desperate and Betsy opened her mouth again to plead for mercy. Suddenly Marty rolled the lacy panties into a ball and shoved them into Betsy's open mouth. The woman laughed out loud and Betsy felt sick. "I know you want it. You're a slut... just like Church-girl. I could see that when you kept watching... the gangbang last weekend... and the one tonight," Marty whispered. Betsy's eyes were open so wide they hurt. She stared straight up at the ceiling hoping it was all a bad dream. "Now it's time for you to see a real slut. Penny my love... you will witness lust like you've never seen before." The dire prediction made Betsy cry. She desperately tried to spit the panties out but Marty held them security in her mouth. Suddenly her plight seemed so hopeless and Betsy wasn't sure if she had the strength to overcome Marty's drastic prophecy. Suddenly Marty blocked her view of the ceiling and the woman glared threateningly into Betsy's teary eyes. "Listen. Listen good slut... because I won't repeat myself. You're going to cream... cum in Penny's mouth and show her that you are a real slut." Marty spread out on the bed. She was sideways to Betsy, leaning over her chest. Marty put her right arm on the bed and held herself up so she could keep her face right in front of the woman's startled eyes. Her left hand continued to hold the panty gag in Betsy's mouth and everyone heard the whimpers of despair coming from the captive. Betsy couldn't see past the shield of Marty's body but suddenly she felt a feather, or it felt like one. Then she realized it was Penny's tongue. The girl licked her entire pelvis and then she licked the inside of her thighs. Penny was spurred onward by the wonderful smell and the sweetest taste. Her tongue lashed out and grazed the tip of Betsy's slit. The legs were tightly closed, but it still left a small, upper portion of Betsy's pussy exposed. Penny could barely touch the hidden clit, but she couldn't resist flicking her tongue between the puffy labia. Betsy desperately held her legs together. Stan had long ago stopped holding her down and he was standing off to one side merrily fisting his prick. Phil refused to let go of her arms, but he did relax his grip so it was not as restrictive for his girlfriend. Penny crouched beside Betsy's outstretched legs trying her best to perform magic, which would please her mistress. Penny had no idea what her mistress was doing, but Betsy knew. "Spread your legs... open them so slut Penny can taste your cunt. If you don't open them this instant... I'll kick the living shit out of you. And then feed your beaten ass to every fucking guy in this house," Marty said with her voice steady and mean. "That's it slut... spread those lovely legs... show me what a slut you are." It was the most devastating moment in her life up to that point. Betsy never understood how her legs parted but she certainly understood the repercussions. Her feet were only about a foot apart, but that was enough for Penny. She flipped over one leg and pounced down between the shapely thighs. Then her hands pushed outward on the legs and suddenly she could see it all. Penny's fingers went to the pink, swollen lips and pried them part to reveal utopia. It took a few moments before Penny was able to move, but then she swooped in to put her lips over the upper portion of Betsy's slit. She tenderly forced her tongue between the pearly lips and found the secret control button. Penny opened her mouth wide and sucked the entire clitoris into her burning mouth. Betsy arched her back but there was no escaping the hungry jaws. "Feel it... feel Penny's mouth. There is no one better at eating pussy than Penny. The girl sucked me inside out when she ate me. What's it feel like... slut!" Betsy was more determined than ever. She used every ounce of willpower to stave off any desire or lust. Her pretty face twisted and lines of worry appeared, which made Marty extremely pleased. Saliva ran out the corners of her mouth, as Betsy tried hard to keep breathing with the gag still in her mouth. "Fight it. Go ahead... fight all you want. We aren't going anywhere until you do it," Marty whispered. The woman's burning breath made Betsy's face turn beat red. Betsy grit her teeth on the soaked panties, fighting with all of her strength and resolve. Suddenly Marty dropped down, pulling the gag out. She lay on top of Betsy's chest and kissed her on the lips. At first the lips remained closed tightly but that reversed in a heartbeat. Marty's teeth curled around Betsy's bottom lip and then she bit hard. It was the kiss from Hell. Betsy was positive she tasted blood and her mouth opened, as if to protest. Then the demanding Marty grabbed a handful of hair and twisted hard. She aimed Betsy's head in her direction and forced her tongue into the waiting mouth. Marty had to search for the tongue, but she found it hiding in the bottom of Betsy's mouth. The timid tongue came up to fight off the forceful approach, but then the sharp teeth closed on it too. Tears filled Betsy's eyes, as she felt helpless against such a powerful woman. All of a sudden Betsy felt more teeth. Penny had the tiny clit between her ivories and she nibbled on the puffy bud. Betsy's hips jerked, as she reacted to the sharp caresses, but that only encouraged the determined Penny. All of a sudden she experienced the strangest feelings of her life. Everything happened at the same time. Betsy realized her arms were free, but still they remained above her head, thrashing wildly. The kiss consumed her soul like no other; the teeth nibbled nonstop on her sensitive clitoris, and then a long, slender finger filled her steaming hole. Betsy knew her hips were bouncing up and down in perfect rhythm with the finger fucking but she couldn't do anything about it. Betsy never considered her collapse as surrender. It was merely the evolution of a sexual encounter and she willingly let her juices flow freely into the hungry mouth. Penny was a pro and her tongue and teeth worked feverishly in harmony to consume Betsy's lust. She tasted the cream and sucked even harder, knowing what it would do to Betsy's resolve. There was the briefest moment when Betsy rode the crest, teetering high in the air. Then the dam broke and the orgasm flooded her good judgment. Her body belonged to the devil and Betsy let the climax overwhelm all of her emotions. *** Oh, gawd, what a night, Betsy thought as she remembered that night with Marty. It didn't require any encouragement for the men to act. Betsy vividly remembered having the feeling of total helplessness. She felt the overpowering urge to let Marty retain control and sensed that the woman merely tolerated Phil and Stan when they had intercourse with her slave. Marty held Betsy the whole time, as first Phil, and then Stan ravaged her beaten body. Betsy remembered thinking at the time that it would be Phil's last stand. Their relationship was over. She submitted to the sexual encounter and tried to let her mind go off into some blank space. Betsy was thankful for Marty's tender caresses and it made the disgusting sex go by much easier. As soon as Phil emptied his load, Stan mounted her. Again Betsy merely closed her eyes and let it happen. She felt Stan's momentum build quickly and it was over in a flash. Thinking back on the worst night of her life, Betsy wondered if the drastic episode left any permanent scares. Just when Betsy thought it was over, Marty had something else to prove. The woman yearned to display her ultimate control over the sexiest woman and her outburst took Betsy by surprise. Marty ordered her to eat her out. "Do it. Lick my pussy... make me cum all over your slut tongue," she whispered in Betsy's ear. "Eat me... or else!" Betsy heard the dire remark but she didn't react fast enough. All of a sudden Marty grabbed her by the hair and sat her up straight. Then she slapped Betsy so hard across the face that it snapped her head to the side. Betsy was stunned. Suddenly her head was rotated to the front and she stared into the dark, paralyzing eyes. "Get between my legs... now! Lick my pussy," Marty hissed. "Get on your hands and knees so you can put your sexy ass in the air... so Penny can fuck it." It took about five seconds for the controlling woman to get the slave on her hands and knees. Marty yanked on Betsy's hair and she guided the whimpering woman between her legs. Betsy's cheek was on fire. The slap had robbed any measure of dignity still left in her and Betsy felt her face shoved into the woman's wetness. The hair on her head hurt so bad that Betsy was afraid to struggle for fear Marty would pull harder. Suddenly Betsy didn't want to think about that night any longer. The group stayed in Marty's bedroom the whole night and it was Betsy's biggest nightmare. She refused to recall how many times she was molested and forced to have sex. It was a chapter that wasn't pleasant but one that had to be included in her life story. She remembered falling asleep in the middle of the night but being awaken by Phil and Stan. The nightmare continued until she finally fell asleep in complete exhaustion. *** Betsy woke up with the heat and sun filling the enclosed bedroom. Phil and Marty were already up but the other three lay strewn on top of the messy bed. Betsy had a sheet covering her nudity but the other two had nothing. Her head hurt; her eyes burned so bad it was hard to keep them open, and she was famished. She heard the shower running and assumed one of the missing villains was in there. A sudden tremor shot through her head with the recollection of what Phil told her during the night. Betsy was going to try and recall when that was but suddenly realized it really didn't matter. Phil told her that he knew about Thomas, as the house had many ears and eyes. He informed her that he wanted one last fling before setting her free. He merely told her it was a nice ride while it lasted but he realized their relationship was over. Of course that happened in the middle of the night. Then Betsy remembered when Phil jumped her bones for one last ride and how the rest took liberties. She shivered with the memory. Suddenly Betsy needed to end her relationship with Phil and end the life chapter and her recollection returned to Marty's bedroom. Abruptly Betsy jumped out of bed. She passed Phil coming out of the bathroom wearing a towel and they just said good morning. Betsy had a quick shower and then she had to get out of the place. Dressed in a t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and with a little money, she was gone. She found a little restaurant several blocks away and just sat there eating and musing. How did it all happen? Was I to blame? Betsy kept wondering what went wrong? When she got back to the house, everyone was already down at the beach. Since it was the last day of what was considered summer holidays, everyone wanted to push it to the limit. Betsy contemplated calling someone to come out and pick her up, but she decided to accept Phil's offer for a ride home. It meant spending the entire afternoon at the beach but it was her only option unless she could catch a ride with someone else. Betsy headed for the beach wanting to catch up on some needed zees. She napped but her daydreaming was soon interrupted when Penny and Flipper decided to join her. Penny put her towel down next to Betsy's chair and immediately started rubbing lotion on herself. Betsy offered to do her back and the two women huddled closer. All of a sudden Betsy noticed that Penny was not smiling. The same smile Penny always had was gone and she appeared troubled. Betsy took special care in massaging the girl's back and shoulders, trying to show her that she cared. "It's okay... everything's okay." Penny couldn't look at the adorable woman. "I'm sorry... so sorry. She made me do it... and I didn't want to," she whispered. Suddenly Penny realized her mistake. "No! Well, I did... really wanted to touch you, but not like that." Betsy realized that Penny was sincere and that she was merely following orders last night. She shuddered thinking of what happened during the night and how she reacted to everything Penny did. Suddenly her train of thought was interrupted by Marty. The woman abruptly appeared with three strangers and the grin on her face sent shivers through Betsy and Penny. "Love! Penny... I have some guys that would like to meet you. We're heading to the house... please join us." The woman's statements sounded more like orders than anything else. Marty motioned towards the three men waiting off to one side and she gave the girl no choice. "Here... let me get your towel. Now... let's go!" Penny stood up, grabbing her beach bag to leave. Her head went from side to side looking at Betsy and Marty and her expression conveyed the hopelessness of the situation. Betsy felt sorry for the girl but she was not about to help Penny out in any way. She had already decided to not have anything else to do with the conniving Marty. Just before Marty turned to leave, she squatted next to Betsy's chair. She rested her forearm on the chair and stared straight into Betsy's bewildered eyes. "You can come... join us. Since you like to watch... you can get nice and close this time," Marty whispered. The sarcasm was thick when Betsy responded. "No, thanks. I'll pass." "Your mouth says not but your nipples say yes." Betsy stared into the woman's eyes almost daring her to do something. Then Marty did and Betsy almost fainted. Marty's fingers reached out and brushed across the ends of both boobs. Betsy had thrown out the challenge but suddenly she was too dumbfounded to move when the woman accepted. Marty's fingers lightly caressed her nipples and Betsy just sat still and it quickly turned into a cat and mouse game. "Penny will suck those luscious nipples." "No. I don't think so." "I've never seen anyone cum like you did last night..." "I'm glad you liked it." "Yes, it was fantastic. But you'll be doing Penny a favor if you join us." "Not today. I'm heading home right away." "Too bad! When I told the guys how you like to watch... watch a gangbang, they were totally aroused." "Well, I don't really like watching such awful scenes." "Honest! But you should have seen yourself last night... fucking amazing the way you came when Penny ate you." "Please... no more." Suddenly Marty pinched both nipples and rolled them around. She didn't care who was looking. "That's more like it... begging like you did last night. I can't remember getting more excited when I heard you beg for it... just like a real slut." Betsy was speechless. Marty gave her nipples a twist and then she let them go. The woman looked like a snake ready to pounce on a little mouse. "I don't have time for this now... but you know! You know I can make you do anything? Make you act like a slut... don't you?" Betsy didn't know what to say. She was steadfast in not submitting again to the bitch, but Marty's threats sent shivers through her body. Suddenly Betsy wondered what she would do if Marty pulled her out of the chair and ordered her to come? What if Marty ordered her to join the crowd in the house? Did she have enough courage to resist the woman? All of a sudden Marty stood and departed. She quickly joined her group and they all headed for the house. Betsy noticed how Penny was surrounded by Marty on one side and a stranger on the other. Marty had her arm around Penny's shoulders in an effort to console the girl, but it was the man who drew Betsy's stare. His right hand was on Penny's back and suddenly shifted downwards and directly onto the girl's butt. Betsy noticed how he squeezed and felt Penny's ass and there was no retaliation of any kind. Betsy almost jumped out of her skin. Unexpectedly Phil was beside her and he poked her in the side to get her attention. He said to relax and enjoy what was left of the long weekend. Luckily for Betsy, Phil decided to leave his volleyball buddies so he could drive her home. She desperately wanted to make a fast getaway even though it meant the end of summer. Betsy felt pangs of sadness thinking of no longer spending time at Phil's wonderful beach house. The trip was silent for the first few miles, but then they started a light conversation. Nothing was said about ending the love affair but both knew it was over. Suddenly Betsy sat up on the spare bed she was using for reminiscing. The life story was evolving and another chapter came to a close. A chapter that taught her many life lessons so it was not all bad. THE END I will continue Betsy's weekend in another chapter. I promised her that I would write about her first 39 years and then we can fantasize about the future. I hope readers don't find this type of flashback too confusing but I wanted Betsy to think about all the things that happened in her life before turning 40. Betsy is probably the most appealing woman I know, and strangely, I am not sure if she is not the wittiest, smartest woman... or the craziest. Please send me your feedback, as I always appreciate readers who take the time to write.

Rain Dreams

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Rain Dreams

The clock screeches with it's constant pounding of Do Re Do notes. I sleepily waved my arm to and fro my right side trying to smack the sleep button in the process. After a few minutes of struggling with the infernal machine I simply get up and grab the clock. With a strong yank the clock (which was now flashing 5:10 by the way) shut off and the cord snapped unsuspectibly.

"Damn cheap merchandise. I'm going to kill that flea market dealer by shoving this soldered plastic board with all of my might and make him eat the diodes one by one."

I grumble on and on as I reach for my glasses and put them on while I start for the bathroom. As I walk down the carpeted hallway the pictures of my father and mother frown upon me while I usually l

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ook downward, my glasses shining enough light to hide my eyes but not totally ruin the picture. I look at one picture which was slightly lopsided and I straightened it. I find it quite shocking as I look at the picture for it was the only one without my parents and I actually had a slight trace of a smile forming. I remember the photographer who took the picture and it was Kristine. Her black hair held like a pony tail swished from the back and landed over her shoulder it's tip landing upon her small breast.

I stop reminiscing about her figure and move to the bathroom. I open the white door and look onto the mirror. I see a miserable chinese teen whose quite big for his race and with black hair with more than his fair share of white hairs. The only problem with the picture is that he is slightly overweight. I wanted to destroy myself for admitting that but it's true. I finish my business in there and spiffy up after a shower. I stupidly put my glasses inside the restroom while I was taking a shower and try to defog them with tissue paper only causing them to be dirty.

"Why couldn't mom give me contact lenses instead of these things!"

It was the first few days with glasses. They said it was probably because I was typing too many fanfics in my computer and reading all those books too much. I just smirked with contempt at the reasons they gave me. I put my pocket protector on my white polo shirt and put on those black pants. I had some slight trouble with my socks and shoes for my glasses kept slipping off my nose. I looked once again into the mirror and all I see is a nerd. A fat nerd. Perfect.

I take a look at the newspaper that was left on the kitchen table while trying to step around the wooden chairs not making a sound so as not to wake up the folks.

"Huh, seems as though we've got some heavy rain today. Guess I'll just bring an umbrella"

I checked around the small umbrella stall and found a large black one and grab my overly large back while I was leaving through the front door. As I walk towards school I keep thinking of Kristine and how her smiles seem to make everything quite ok. I walk through and through and soon I notice several other kids with the uniform of white polo shirts and black pants and other cute girls with white polo shirts and long blue skirts.

"Time for my daily punishment."

As I soon walk slowly nearer and nearer the "laughing" kids they soon stopped and looked at me with slight contempt as I cover my face slightly and move quicker to the school which right now seems extremely far away. I start to slightly trot like a donkey moving from walk to run mode all the while holding my backpack tighter with my left hand while my right hand loosens my collar for I began to sweat slightly profusely. Slightly due to the fear but mostly due to the physical activity I am now engaged in. Which is supposedly running for my life.

I hear slight mumbles and one japanese kid caught up to me. The kid was slightly bigger than me and had long black hair while he held my backpack and moved me backward. While slightly grinning at me I knew he had bad intentions ever since I saw his face. It was a mix of a mad scientist and insane hobo.

"Hello there Yang. What are you doing so early in the morning? No wait don't tell me. Your avoiding your bestest pal in the world right? and who would your best pal be?"

"You Hojo. *under breath* jackass"

"What was that you damn cretin?"

Ah...he finally heard me. Hojo or otherwise known as "Mr. Perfect". I hate to admit it but he is the best in nearly everything but I believe his main purpose was to make my life a living hell. Together with his "Perfect" team. Which by the way consisted of a female student, a hulkish brute, and a "fashionable" neat freak (frankly I think he's gay and the big guy is humping him one way or the other). The female looks at me with snottish contempt as she fixed her long skirt.

"Nothing Hojo. I'm a cretin, I'm a fag, I'm nothing more than a worthless bead in the everlasting rain of life while you are the cloud which flies over the heavens, You are an eagle while I am a lowly despicable weasle, I do not deserve to bask in your presence which covers all around the world."

It made me sick to my stomach that I couldn't fight back at such an early time in the morning. Furthermore, I believe that he was actually better than me. He aces all the classes, he has good physical form (damn nature), his looks are that with enough charm that he would make any girl happy for years to come (Even after 40). And I feel so low...

Everyday he holds this up to me right before classes, then right after classes but I keep hanging in there for only one reason. I get a small 3 minute look at Kristine with her smile, and her-

"Hey Yang! Dumbass! Are you going to fork over that math homework or am I supposed to finish it during the last five minutes of advanced english and still get an A."

At that moment he took my back pack away from me and started to shake the remnants and grabbed my plain brown math notebook and started flipping through the pages from the last page backward. And his eyes opened ever so slightly while browsing upon a few pages.

"Oh crap no!"

And the stupid idiot that I am I put my love poems of Kristine in that simple brown math notebook. I knew I should have transferred the poems to something more secure.

"Well it seems as though you have a slight crush for this 'Kristine' of yours. Why did you not introduce me to her? She sounds pretty nice."

"...."

The female of the group then walks near me and starts reading the notebook over Hojo's shoulder and she smiles a slight devious smile as she moves her hair slightly backward.

"I think I know her. Pale girl, small breasts, Hair pulled back in a ponytail?"

She looks at me looking for an answer and she found it. I gave off a small twitch and my eyes were slightly larger due to the shock I recieved that one of the Perfects were in the same class as Kristine.

"Small breasts? Geez, your standards must be really low Yang! Don't ya want large bouncing hooters?"

Hojo looked at me with a smug look on his face and was making motions with his hand indicating that he was a lecherous pervert. Hooters. Indeed.

"Whatever, Pamela get me a small meeting with this precious Kristine of Yang's. Tell her to meet me at the small patch of the woods behind my house. If you catch my drift."

I can't believe it. Of all the girls Hojo has why does he want to be with Kristine. Why? And with a quick snap he grabs the handful of poems I wrote and put them in his pocket. Pamela looked at him with slight irritation. I could swear that she said that she was going to get back at him one day. Although Hojo seemed not to notice.

"Poor Yang you seem a little heartbroken there buddy. Don't worry I'll give her a good time and cheer up I'll give her your precious poems. A Never Ending Crush by Hojo. Kinda like it."

And with that they left me once again sightly battered emotionally with the trauma of another bully related incident. But now they are after the very one I care about. The only one I care about anymore.

As the time goes by I silently work on all the assignments without hindrance I believe I even finished my work in one week's ahead of Math homework just so that I can leave class just a little bit early. I began to run outside and grab my bag quickly

but as soon as I opened the door a drop of rain hit my head. I didn't care. I started off down the steps and tried to run more but the rain falls even stronger trying to stop me. My polo shirt was soaked through and my pants felt like lead. I came to the usual intersection and looked for Kristine or for a sign that she wasn't...that she didn't accept his proposal. I mean she can't be with Hojo. Hojo probably never got a chance because of the rain. He's not that much of a jackass. I hope. Which would be a pretty low chance. And out of the raging torrent I heard noises from the left street which was covered with slight vegetation but enough so that it is concealed. Near Hojo's place. I slowly lower myself to the slight vegetation till I come to a small open clearing. And there I saw what I shall forever remember.

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"Aaaah....aaah..uuuhh....Please don't stop...don't...uuugghhh.."

There upon the middle was Kristine with her blue skirt hiked up and wrinkled as a hand lay over her pink cotton panties rubbing to and fro and with steady circular motion. Hojo's face was buried upon her chest which was moving up and down while her eyes show explicit pleasure with every sucking motion of Hojo's lips upon her erect nipples. The rain playing with her face and dripping upon her clinging shirt, and skirt. The rain dropped from her small breasts and the rain soaked her panties through and through showing much of the small pubic hair and her small pubus and the lips of her vagina which were being opened and closed by two provoking fingers. All the while moan after moan came from Kristine's sweet and small mouth. It caught a few raindrops as it seemed to trickle down her lips.

I looked upon them with a mixture of anger, disappointment and sexual pleasure. So I stand up and try to walk away from the spot but is held fast by a set of firm but feminine hands together with a few more.

"He specifically told us to let you enjoy the show."

I was trying to move away but the brute came by and grabbed my shoulders and pushed me down and forced me to face the ongoing erotica.

"Behave a little more and I might help you with your little problem there."

As Pamela pointed at my now ever growing bulge upon my black pants. I became slightly embarassed and my cheeks grew red. I still tried to resist but weaker this time with the thought of Pamela actually sticking to the compromise she said. The bulge grew even more and I felt precum stick to my underwear a bit. I let out a small groan.

Pamela just smiled, an even more beautiful smile.

"Hey you guys you can go now. I can handle this sissy."

The Brute looked at the "Fashionable" guy and walked away talking about how Hojo has got it "going on" and walked away with a black umbrella (mine). I probably have not heard much of what has happened for the scene in front of me was getting to my attention and sadly (for the sake of being a guy) I cried ever so softly.

Kristine's panties were moved to her right leg and was dripping with the rain and beads of it seemed to fall again and again upon her long pale legs. Her skirt was still not removed and her polo shirt was upon the dirty and now muddy floor. I see that Kristine's legs were wrapped around Hojo's waist and his cock was slowly being inserted upon her small vagina. It's lips parted and Kristine moaned while her finger was stuck upon her mouth. I could see that the expression of her face was that of pain and pleasure mixed together while Hojo placed both of his hands upon her cute buttocks which was now dripping with water from the rain. I could see that he was lowering her downward even more and I could see with much clarity that he was actually looking at me for a split second and insert his penis to what seems to be a tight virgin pussy with much force.

Blood, Love juice, Rain Water flowed down her legs while she moved quickly up and down his penis. Her ponytailed hair plastered upon her back and her breasts though small began to jiggle upwards and downwards as she held onto Hojo.

Hojo slowed down slightly to a stop and looked at Kristine smugly while slowly inserting one of his fingers down her pussy and one in her asshole. He jiggled the one in her pussy once again and Kristine let out a cry of pleasure and a small flow of white liquid came slowly around and outside of her pussy. She let go of his waist and slid to the muddy ground where mud seemed to only pat her bottom slightly. I could see that she was extrememly exhausted and probably would never get up as the rain fell on her again with more water tapping her body with an endless stream.

I did not notice at first and my pants were actually unzipped while I was standing and hiding from them and felt a small tongue lick upon the tip of my cock.

"You look about ready to burst. Let me help you with that burden."

Pamela noticed how swollen my cock was and started to give it a small handjob accompanied with small licks and I could see that my precum still lingered and it stringed from her tongue to my cock. She started to move forward a little bit bolder and started to take off her underwear from underneath her skirt.

"These things are such a drag for quick sex."

It was like some casual thing and I tried to resist her and move away but she pushed me down and tripped me. With that she stood ontop of me and lowered herself down near my penis and I felt a squish like gripping that sucked my penis forward. I never felt such an entrancement and I feel like passing out as she suddenly quickened the pace by bouncing up and down. Her breasts heaved again and again as she soon started to moan out herself but to keep her silent she put one of her fingers in her mouth and bit slightly on it and continued to do so and I could actually feel and hear the fapping sounds of her bottom touching my thighs with each insertion. I came with much intensity that I felt like I was high upon the clouds. Away from the rain and away from the sight which I beheld after Pamela got off me with cum going through her thighs mine and hers.

Hojo started jerking off with his still hard cock and aimed it at her face and opened her mouth forcefully and started to put it in her mouth. He seemed a little bit disappointed for the lack of response but it seemed he just fucked her head and I could see that she was gagging slightly and with a grunt and a pull back of Kristine's ponytail Hojo's member splurted out white mucus all over her face and breasts as he also rubbed it all over her small tits and I could see it string from his member to her lips and still erect nipples while they both lay exhausted and the rain splattered down cleaning the blood and mucus that was once present upon her thighs and cleaned the cum upon her breast sticking and spread so thickly.

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The rain drived away all the cum and white mucus around Kristine and once again I see that innocent and beautiful peace. I lay there on the mud a while more. Hoping that Hojo and I had switched. Kristine was beautiful and her ponytail covered her left nipple while her hand covered her stomach and her arms took refuge just under her breasts. But all the rain in the world could not wash away all I have seen. And so I cried. Cried myself to sleep. To Dream once more.

Romantic/Sensual Encounters

Mickey Pig Knuckles on Sex Stories

" My Dear Journal "

 

 

June 24, 1979 Dear Journal

As I sit here alone I can’t help but to think of you. There is so much unsaid, so much undone, so much that I long to express to you. So I will begin this journal and in it I am pouring out my innermost thoughts and feelings as if I am talking to you. Never have I been so far away from someone and yet I feel so close as I do now to you. So this journal will have to do for now as my days and nights are filled with vivid emotional memories of you.

June 26, 1979 Dear Journal

I have just come from one of those pavilions, which house cancer victims. The last two da

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ys were spent soothing their pain and learning first hand knowledge about alternative treatments. So as my day comes to a close I have this to express to you. I love you James, and as these months have past, I have come to realize just how blessed I am to be loved, and understood by a man like you. Though my internship of our senior year has taken me down into the Gulf Of Mexico for half a year. Have no doubt that as my days filled with warmth due to the weather, and lots of learning because that’s what I’m here for. So to are my days filled with thoughts of you, of us as I anticipate my return while my love for you grows.

June 27, 1979 Dear Journal

I was reminiscing on you and times we have shared together. I remember how understanding you were when I told you that I was leaving so I could further my education with first hand experience in the Gulf Of Mexico as a C.N.A. soon to be a R.N. You showed so much strength even though I could clearly see the emotion water up in your eyes as the very first tear was born from the corner of your eye and lived a short life down your check as it died as you licked it away with your tongue. You never once said one thing that was not supportive. Our whole senior year in high school I held back from you, and you still loved me for me. I have never said how special you made me feel at the last dance, when you came to pick me up in a limo with flowers and chocolates, the whole nine yards. I remember towards the end of the night we were in the midst of one of our many sexual interludes, you were tracing soft circles on my belly and spreading kisses all over my breasts. I felt so warm and accepted but most importantly respected. I was excited and I knew you could feel my heart beating hard against my chest. It was then that I realized how so not ready I was for the next stage of our relationship.

When I stopped you and told you how I felt, never was there another attempt to change my mind. Oh no, you accepted and respected me so much you would never try and push on. It was then that I started to see and truly understand just how much you love me. I felt so close to you and I’ll never forget it. You held me in your arms soothing and comforting me as I cried tears of love for us. It was then that I knew you were my dream come true. We spent the next few hours, those pre-dawn hours engaged in conversation at the waffle house. That was where and when I decided to break the news to you of my choice to depart for the next few months. Right then, you looked into my eyes with a depth of love and understanding that I had yet to appreciate. Your next gesture was so Heart Felt that my resolve nearly broke. You took my hand in yours and said, " when you come back, I want forever with you". Right then, my world was ending and beginning all in the same breath. I was the luckiest woman in the world, in deed; I was a woman at last. To this day as I express myself to you in my dear journal, you James, are my inspiration, my heart and soul, my destiny, I Love You.

June 30, 1979 Dear Journal

As I prepare myself for another trying day in this hot and humid place. I am compelled to write, for as the day touched my face to wake me, I awoke from a dream of you James. My dreams have increased as of late and so has this deep longing inside of me for you. I miss you sweet heart and I want to be with you as you wrap me with your arms for a snug Heart Felt hug. It seems that the flame of our love has been stoked into a full-blown inferno of passion and anticipation by this time of apart. During this time I have grown more in love with you than ever I thought possible and I am getting so excited about our wedding day quickly approaching. James, you are the man I was destined to marry and I want to so bad become your wife because I am so in love with you. I am now fully ready, and when I come home to you we will share in our loves strong embrace, my first Sensual Encounter.

Arianna

 

Copyright ©2004 By

© 2004 Mickey Pig Knuckles (All rights reserved)

Copyright ©2004 Heartfelt

TM

 

 

By James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 By

© 2004 Mickey Pig Knuckles (All rights reserved)

Copyright ©2004 Heartfelt

TM

" My Lovely Lady "

As you lay and rest upon our bed I jumped out of bed and headed for our bathroom. I wanted to fill a warm bath for you with lots of soapy bubbles topped with red rose petals. I came back to get you and picked you up in my arms for a Heart Felt hug and carried you into the bathroom. I wanted to pamper you with my love by bathing your soft skin. I slowly untied your sheer purple teddy and gently peeled it slowly off your gorgeous body gently kissing your warm skin as it became exposed to me. My blood was racing through my body like the Indy 500 but no time for a pit stop now. Your body was responsive to my gentle kisses by the soft little moans I was hearing which encouraged me even more. Now I got down on my hands and knees in front of you and opened my mouth and gently bit at the crotch of your wet panties as to not tug your thick curly hairs. I began pulling at them but your wetness was sticky and acting as glue. Suddenly, your moistness finally let go and allowed my teeth to pull them down and off of you. I then placed my hands on your soft butt cheeks and pulled you right into my face for a very intimate sniff and kiss of your moist womanhood. I licked down one leg and lifted it up into the tub and then the other. Then you slowly sank into the bubbled warm water topped with the red rose petals. When WOW! Oh my God! I can see your wet skin bobbing within the bubbles from the tub. I see your beautiful body and want to touch you all over. You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever known. I try to sit next to the tub so I can wash your soft skin but My Manhood is firmly hard with the first glance of your warm, wet breasts. I stand in awe of you gazing; knowing how lucky I am that you let me enter into your private world. My eyes bulge out and the desire in my loins is so intense that I can barely breathe.

Considering my engorged manhood I move forward to gently touch your nipples and fondle your breasts. Your nipples swell like they are bursting with honey; just waiting for my warm tongue to gently taste first one and then the other. My erection is so very hard and flowing with juice from the engorged head. I am so hungry for you that my breath comes in gasps, and I feel weak like I am going to faint from the desire welling up inside of me, ravaging my heart, making me feel like a lion in the jungle roaring for his mate. I slowly lick the first nipple and then the other, darting between them both. Then my mouth wraps around one nipple and suctions your breast while I am looking up into your softly glowing eyes. It is like I am trying to inhale it and take it to my whole mouth. No one has ever filled me with this much excitement. I have never been in such heat wanting you so bad. No one has made tears of longing and happiness well up in my eyes. I love you now more than any human being alive, and I am one with love for the first time in my life. You are my soul, my heart, you make my dreams come true. My every existence now depends on you.

My eyes move down your body eagerly drinking in the curves of your flesh, the luxurious roundness of your sweet hips, and the firm, beautiful ass. I marvel at the magic of your thighs. Your furry mound is so pretty, black, hairy, silky and exciting; revealing beautiful pink lips inviting me to fill my mouth with pleasure. As you try and take hold of my hand and guide me to your honey spot I pull away and say, Oh Honey, not so quickly. I reach for the bar of soap and lather my hand and gently start scrubbing your back, neck and shoulders. I gently nibble on your ears as I lather my hand again and slowly move my hand towards the front of you. I run my soapy finger around the base of your full breasts as you begin to quiver anticipating my full hand on them. I gently let my finger sweep across your fully engorged nipples and I hear it, a little moan of pleasure escaping between your sweet lips. Suddenly my hand cups your breasts and squeezes them and you squeal out with desire for more. My hand slowly moves lower towards your naval and circles around the circumference and slowly penetrates. Your own heat has now turned into an inferno and you take your hands and try to guide mine onto your electrified womanhood. I slowly let you guide me and you take my finger and insert it deeply inside of you as you let out such a deep moan. I just leave it there not moving it around or pulsing in and out as your pulsating feels so good squeezing on my finger. I look at you and see your immediate desire for me and give you a very passionate kiss. I pull my finger out and rinse you off and lift you up and pull you out and slowly dry you off.

I do not bother to dress you cause I have something in store for you. I take you in my arms and carry you quickly to our bed. I place you on your back gently, and bend down to kiss you. I watched your knees raise and your legs spread wide open for me. Revealing more and more of your wonderful, pink, moist skin and engorged puckered lips. I knelt before you and placed my face right between your legs and let my warm tongue lightly lick your thick curly hairs not making contact with your eagerly wanting lips. Your hands grabbed the back of my head as you tried to pull me into you harder wanting my tongue to make contact. Then it happened as I could not resist any longer and gave into your wanting. With just the tip of my tongue I let it flicker the soft folds of your flesh petals. Your womanly smell was driving me crazy and wanting you so bad but it was a fight to contain myself to pleasure my beautiful lady. I took my finger and gently circled around the opening and barely let it penetrate inside of you, touching and feeling your clit as your flesh swells and you respond to my touch with a sweet cry of pleasure.

Now, with an urgency I have never known before, I begin kissing your stomach; my mouth moving everywhere as my saliva was just pouring out of my mouth. I gently touch your inner thighs and probe deeper inside of you with my warm tongue. You are so hot and wet inside. Your body is so intense as your hands control my head forcing my face firmly into you. Tears of joy and longing flow from your eyes and you call out my name, "Poo Bear oh Poo Bear eat me! Eat me!" And I do eat with passion and lust. My tongue ring drives you insane with a tickling sensation unknown to you before. My tongue plunges deeper and my fingers probe inside seeking your "G spot" to explode this most fantastic spot. I can feel your urgency as you buck up pulling me deeper within you. I want this to be the best ever for you, and your moans and insistent demands tell me it is. I feel you letting go and having an orgasm now over and over again, but still crying out for more and more of my love, and you shall have it!

I rise up from you with a very hard need for love that has never been equaled. But I will not move in haste. I must make this pleasure last as long as I can. For I am hungry for you beyond reason, even beyond desire, with feelings inside driving me wild. You are my fantastic love! My gorgeous Goddess of mythology, the magical Queen of my heart, my beautiful everything. Oh how I love you! Now with just a little composure before I partake of my pleasure, I am able to feast my eyes on all of you. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder, and I see the woman who sends me off like a rocket ship to fly forever in the Universe; shouting and screaming, singing, laughing, and dancing my way past the stars; because I am so happy now that you are mine. I have stolen your love away! No one else can have you! I will never give it back or surrender it. I will die first. I pledge my life for your love forever. You are mine! All mine! By just looking at you, my love carries me to a heavenly world of bliss. You are perfection and I am yours forever. Oh my angel, please love me the way I love you; completely and from the depths of my soul. Just hold me close and spread your legs; let me enter your haven of love forever as we become one.

Now, let us feel my shaft slowly enter your tight, hot canal and complete you and our desires. Lead me on deeper and deeper as our hot bodies mesh and bond into one. Surge against me now as our passionate grinding writhe in unison with perfect movement and harmony, as I push inside of you deeply, searching for the happiness that awaits me there. Squeeze, oh I can feel your clamping power now, Oh God I can feel myself approaching my destination, the end of my journey lies straight ahead. The deep intense, pleasure inside my pulsating erection. The engorged head, the involuntarily flexing and swelling of my shaft; as your hungry womanhood muscles tighten and flex around it. You moan and cry and call out my name, as your nails dig into my back making sure I won’t escape your hold and I equal your temporary insanity; driven by a wild crazy urge of intense pleasure rising inside of me and crying out for release. Pumping in and out hard and fast, I plunge in to the hilt again and again, for you are so wet and hot and ready for me; screaming and scratching deeply with your nails along my spine, leaving bloody evidence of your love and passion for me. I hold my load; driving deeper and deeper inside, knowing it's too intense and marvelous to hold back any longer. I cry out your name once with an animal intensity and rage unknown before. Spurting my love juice deep inside of you as you tightly clamp me making sure you get every last drop. As pleasure ripples throughout your body and explodes from within, as you orgasm and orgasm time and time again! Now we are one with the universe: One soul, one heart, one being! We evaporate into the atmosphere rising together in one great spasm of love. Oh what a gorgeous woman you are my dear! I love you! I really, really love you! I just lay on top of you kissing your sweet lips fully inside throbbing as we drift off to sleep!!!!!

By James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 By

© 2004 Mickey Pig Knuckles (All rights reserved)

Copyright ©2004 Heartfelt

Mickey Pig Knuckles

" Chapter Three "

" Whats On The Menu "

After a good nights sleep, I woke up first, decided since my beautiful woman was still sleeping I would pamper her with a nice breakfast. As I got out of bed and looked at her female figure under those covers I wanted to get back in and love her. I bent over and gently kissed the lovely lobe of her precious ear and quietly heard a soft moan of love escaping through her closed lips. I went to the bathroom and took care of morning business and quickly rushed down into the kitchen. Looking through the cabinets and finding them almost completely bare of food decided to check in the freezer and found some waffles. I popped four of them into the toaster and made some coffee while thinking of my beautiful woman still in our bed sleeping. I began to drift away from making breakfast while my thoughts are with her holding her, kissing her, and telling her just how much I cherish her. Suddenly I smelt something starting to burn which quickly brought me back to my task of making breakfast. It was too late though as the waffles were kind of burnt. I decided to scrape the blackness off with the edge of the butter knife making the waffles look kind of rough and scraped but they will be covered with butter and syrup. I poured a cup of coffee and grabbed the newspaper and went to see her. As soon as I entered the bedroom I was greeted by a Heart Felt glow coming from her beautiful face. I took the tray over to her and handed it to her and bent over to kiss her sweet lips. I was not hungry, not being a breakfast kind of guy so I laid next to her and took her fork and cut her a bite and fed her a bite of waffle followed by a kiss. I fed her several bites of waffle and then a drink of coffee with many kisses.

I guess the food was making her feel playful and sensual at the same time as she took her finger and rubbed it into some syrup and then across my chest and then licked it off. Wow, what an electrifying sensation as I felt myself spring up fully with a steel hard erection. She saw my response and giggled and looked at me with such a warm twinkle in her eyes. Now she took her whole hand and ran it across the top of the waffles to saturate her hand and then right through my boxer opening went her hand. Between the warmness and stickiness of the syrup I felt like I would explode right there but I held it in somehow. I knew what was next and wanted her slippery tongue and warm mouth wrapped around me so bad now. She was teasing me as she just held onto me with such a strong grip, sensually pulsing and squeezing her hand driving me insane. She looked into my eyes and said do you want it big boy? She then kissed me and took her warm tongue and started licking south. Slowly past my chest and belly button right to the tip of my glistening mushroom head where she took the tip of her tongue and flickered it back and fourth across the eye. Suddenly I felt myself being sucked inside of her warm wet mouth and I was so eager to explode. I think she got three mouth strokes as I could not maintain control any longer and started shooting like a Tommy machine gun with what felt like a thousand rounds. My whole body was quivering and my heart was racing in the marathon once again. She then gave me a kiss and my love juice was shared between the both of us. I must say that was one sweet kiss. This time it was her that dished out the pleasure and I think I will make breakfast more often especially waffles. She finished her coffee while I was still gathering my composure and said to me honey, I need to make a run to the market for some groceries and run a few other errands. I took her tray and went down to the kitchen to clean the dishes so my beautiful woman could get herself ready. I just finished drying the last dish when she entered the room looking so beautiful. I felt like I was going to melt right there in front of her into a blob of flesh at her feet. She said she was going to get her hair done and shop a little and go to the market to restock our empty cabinets. I told her that’s fine and to be careful as I would find some things to do around the house. She took her purse and pulled her keys out and came over to me and said I love you big boy. I took her in my arms and wrapped them around her tightly for a heart felt hug. She kissed me with so much passion I asked her if she wanted to stay. She winked at me and gave me one of her heart melting smiles and said I’ll see you later my love and went out the door. Little does she know while I was looking in the cabinets earlier I found the ingredients for a nice dinner. I decided to make her really happy by cleaning some things around the house and running the vacuum over the floors. I started preparing dinner but first I had to put on my special apron. I only cook with either my boxers on or my special apron. It only covers the front as the backside is completely open.

I was so busy I never heard her come in when all of the sudden I felt some warm hands cupping and squeezing my butt cheeks. I turned to face her and gave her a kiss and her hair was down and simple and yet looked good and she had cute little gold ring shaped earrings on. I admonished her for swiping a carrot and offered her a bread stick. Arianna grinned and gave me another kiss, completely unexpected and so full of passion. I think she liked the long hard bread stick and she was sliding it in and out of her mouth with a sensual glitter in her eye. When she pulled away she grabbed the bottle of wine and put it on my butt cheeks and giggled. I was shocked at the coolness and quivered away as she chased me. She caught me up against the kitchen wall and firmly pressed herself into me making me want her so bad right there and then. I started licking her neck and nibbling at her ear lobes whispering into her ear canal, I love you. She said hey big boy, what is that I feel as she backed away to see this long man stick protruding out from the front of my apron. Just the sight of my full attention for her set her on fire as she again pressed firmly into me and started grinding into me. I was getting so horny for her I wanted to skip dinner and make sweet love to her but I was hungry and made us a nice dinner. She was hungry too now but not for any dinner as she lifted my apron and slowly traced the long length of my fully erect stick. She bent down and kissed me gently and pressed her face into me sniffing deeply. I felt her tongue circling my balls as her fingers were rolling around the engorged head. She finally stood up and pressed tightly into me again and said I want you honey, I want you right now. Her skin was a soft glow of a warm sensual pinkish color covered with little goose bumps and her breathing was deeply quickened.

She slowly walked me towards the table which luckily had not been set yet and gently pushed me down onto the top. By this time dinner was the last thing on my mind as I slid a hand down through her blouse and cupped her breasts through her bra. I was lightly squeezing as my finger flickered across her now erect nipple. My beautiful woman was on fire and panting and moaning while slurping and kissing my steel hard erection. I felt the rumbling deep inside of my Tommy machine gun reloading for another explosive discharge when she climbed up on top of me. I quickly fumbled to undo her slacks, which seemed like the biggest challenge of my life as I was so excited my fingers, and hands were shaking violently just as an earth quake shaking the land for a eruption. My eruption was going to happen quickly but I wanted it to shoot deeply inside of her. She helped me get them off of her and since I was so close to blowing up she moved her panty crotch over to the side and she guided me inside of her quivering love canal. Just as I started to slowly penetrate her I felt myself starting to cum and I knew this was going to be a blissful sensation. Suddenly as I pushed in a little deeper I felt her tighten on me and that was it I started to rattle off the rounds again. This was one of the best sessions we have both had since she had an orgasm at the moment I was and our bodies were cumming together as one. As soon as we finished and recaptured our breath I told her, I love you more than love and asked her if she wanted some dinner now. As I brought the pasta and salad to the table, and then went back for the sauce and cheese, Arianna popped the cork and poured the wine, not bothering with all the savoring and sampling BS. Throughout dinner Arianna told me she had a present for me and I became very aroused. I wanted to know what it was and tried to get her to tell me. She would just smile at me and kept winking. I even tried a different tack and asked where it was, but all to no avail. Arianna seemed to be in one of the best moods I could remember her in, and it made the night go by, and then she helped me clear the table and load the dishwasher. When we were all done, I gave up all pretenses and asked where my present was, and again Arianna dismissed me and told me to be patient. I would have pressed on further but something in the way she said it might be the best present she had ever given me made me find a little more patience.

Together hand in hand we went into the living room and sat on the couch, flipping through the channels and catching "Twilight Zone" already started. Arianna changed the channel until she found a rerun of the A-Team, a show we both still love. Soon we were snuggled up together and laughing at the top of the line 1984 desktop computers on the episode, and I realized Arianna wasn't laughing anymore, she was facing me with a serious look. Arianna fumbled with the remote and shut off the TV and then leaned in and kissed me, and after about 3 seconds I responded. My mind was reeling as the next kiss she parted her lips and invited my tongue and we kissed deeply like that night she came back. Arianna shifted closer and put her arms around me and we were kissing so furiously that I was short of breath. Then just like that we broke for air, and Arianna sat back, then with a blank look on her face she got off the couch and stood before me, staring intently at me. I was nervous, partly because I had gotten the beginnings of an erection and part of me; well most of me wanted whatever was happening to continue. Arianna slowly began to unbutton her blouse and I sat still, wide eyed and took it all in. Slowly, button by button she undid her blouse, revealing a snug lacy white bra after the fourth button. It felt like hours went by as Arianna slowly stripped off her blouse, and when she shrugged it off her shoulders, I noticed two things; her breasts seemed to swell against and almost strain her bra and her nipples were so stiff as if to poke through her lacy cups. Not a word had been spoken, almost as if both of us were afraid to break the spell, and then despite her slacks giving her trouble, Arianna climbed onto and straddled my lap. As silly as it sounds, I was worried she would feel my erection, and yet inch by inch I was getting harder in a hurry. Another long, hot deep kiss, a pause and then Arianna produced her neck and I nuzzled it and nibbled her ear, grazing her cheek and chin and embracing her deeply again. I know my heart was pounding and my breathing was short, but I could feel it from her, and then she struggled to her feet and smiled. Next she reached behind herself and peeled her panties off, the moistness of her thick curly haired mound was sticking to the crotch rewardingly loud in the silence. As she wiggled the panties down I sucked in a breath at the sight of not only her lower body, but the thickness of her hairy patch concealing her treasure. Once her panties were at her feet, Arianna grinned at me and teased me with undoing her bra, and then she smiled and climbed back onto me again. This time while we were kissing she tugged and pulled at my boxer shorts and I finally assisted her in pulling them off. Without getting off my lap, Arianna leaned back and in one of the swiftest moves I have ever seen unclasped her bra one handed. Without wasted motion she slipped it off and tossed it behind her. Her firm round breasts were perfectly erect with little goose bumps circling the nipples. Her breasts had the cutest tan line on each tit, barely a triangle in front of each nipple and golden brown aureole. Arianna stared at me and finally asked "Well?" as I was stuck looking at and admiring her beautiful womanly body. I took hold of them right away, wasting no time in taking one, then the other in my mouth and sucking and nibbling every inch especially her tender nipples. I found out that just touching, let alone kissing and sucking on her nipples arouses her intensely, and soon Arianna was panting on my lap. Speaking of my lap, Arianna must have read my mind or else decided it was her turn, she gasped at the sight of my 9 ½ inch cock; although I was so hard it might have measured 10 or 11 at that point. Arianna took my hand and led me to the bedroom and wasted no time by pressing me against the wall and let me fall to my knees and firmly kiss her soft curly hairs. She stood me back up after only one kiss and with a memorable smile she said "I love you big boy" and again pressed herself against me like saran wrap atop a plate, leaving me no time or thought capacity to think about the ‘present' she was giving me.

As cliched as it sounds, when I entered Arianna it felt like Heaven, hot, wet and tight, almost as if molded to my size and shape, and we made the best love I can ever remember. I held off as long as I could and Arianna had a screaming climax that was the last thing I expected to ever hear. Then as I slipped deeper and faster into her and felt myself cresting the edge, she said the two words I had always dreamed of hearing her say, "Fuck Me". Just as she said that my Tommy machine gun exploded unlike before and I knew I hit my target this time. As much as I would like to end the story here, there is one more thing, as big a surprise to me as it should be to you. Doing special things for my beautiful woman always pays off in the most beautiful way. While we were bonding together in bed after just making sweet beautiful love, Arianna kissed me and told me thank you for being my man forever and thank you for cleaning the house and fixing us some dinner. She also said, Poo Bear, you are a great chef but you my precious big boy will always be what’s on my menu. I took her hand intertwining my fingers through hers and whispered into her ear, I love you Arianna as we drifted off to sleep.

 By James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 By

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Mickey Pig Knuckles

" Chapter One "

TMMickey Pig Knuckles

" Chapter Two "

By James L. McHenry

Copyright ©2004 James L. McHenryMickey Pig Knuckles

 " Seconds My Dear "

There was someone knocking on my front door. I wasn’t expecting anyone this time of day, I wondered just who it could be. While looking through the peep hole in the door I was pleasantly surprised at who was standing outside my door. As I opened the door, I found myself being greeted by the most beautiful woman God ever placed on this Earth. I suddenly realized I was grinning from ear to ear, and my eyes must have lit up the night, because the first thing I noticed was the sparkle in her eyes and her face aglow.

She entered and walked right into my outstretched arms, which I quickly wrapped around her for a Heart Felt hug. I would not have ever opened my arms again if I had my way. I invited her to sit on my couch and get comfortable. As I sat down, I felt so much love when she sat down right next to me, actually touching me with her warm body. I could feel our passions building as we sat and gazed at one another. In times past, she had usually left quite a bit of space between us, for some reason. I had secretly wished during those times that she would sit close enough for me to put my arm around her shoulder and be able to touch her on the sly. Maybe our brief separation was a blessing in disguise as now our bodies wanted to become one together.

I love to listen to her sweet feminine voice while she shares with me the events of her day or days gone by. Her voice has a soothing, calming effect on me. But as I listen to her talk, I quite often look into her eyes and become mesmerized. Right in the middle of one of her sentences, I interrupted rudely. Unable to contain the feelings inside for her, I blurted out my God you are the most beautiful woman. Suddenly she shut me up by grabbing my head and planted a hard, hot, wet, passionate kiss on my lips. I almost felt like I was going to suffocate because it was the longest kiss she ever gave me. She literally took my breath away. There were no more words between us as now our desires were in control.

I rose up from my seat and reached for her hand. She placed her dainty hand in mine without reservation, and I helped her up. I picked her up in my arms and gently kissed her and said I Love You. I was looking at her soft pretty hair and into her sparkling eyes, I suddenly knew. The moment I had longed for, prayed for, hoped with all my heart for, for months had finally arrived. My heart skipped a large number of beats, and my breathing became erratic with anticipation, as I carried her toward the bedroom.

I gently sat her on the edge of the bed and kissed her sweet lips. She gently pushed me backward onto the bed so that I was seated upright. She began swaying back and forth to unheard music in her head, tantalizing me further, while she slowly removed her blouse from over her head. She turned her back to me as she reached behind and undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor. I was mesmerized as she kept her back to me for what seemed an eternity.

Then slowly she turned sideways toward me, as her beautiful, rounded, firm mounds of flesh came into view with full erect nipples. Turning more, her brown nipples seemed to be pointing right at my eager eyes. What beauty this woman held just for me. Reaching up to grab her breasts with my hands, she backed away slightly, moving her index finger from side to side and saying not yet big boy as she grinned and continued to sway back and forth, teasing me greatly and enjoying it. She moved just enough so I could watch and enjoy the jiggling of her ample bosoms. I licked my lips with desire and found myself drooling. Apparently that was all she was waiting for, because it was then that she walked right into me, placing her breast right into my face and swished them back and forth against my out stretched warm tongue. I finally grabbed hold of both of them and pulled them together, putting both of her nipples into my mouth at the same time and licking and sucking on them in rotation. Oh yes, she liked this as she released a lasting sensual moan. They felt so good in my mouth and hands. I almost didn’t want to let go when she pulled away from me again. She waved at me suggestively as she walked toward the bathroom, without saying a word. I sat back on the bed and took a deep breath, still in shock over what was transpiring between us. She was teasing me and I wanted her so bad. My heart was beating faster than if I had run in a marathon.


Just as my pulse was returning to normal, she came back into the bedroom and I was very pleased to see she had left her panties behind. She lifted her leg up onto the bed beside me, revealing to me what I had only dreamed about to this point. I stared up into the most beautiful pair of lips that I had ever imagined. Tight, pink, lips with a cute little flap of flesh protruding, much like the petal of a flower. I blurted out, 'Wow, would I love to kiss those lips!' Without saying a word, she swayed sideways toward me and gently straddled my face, moving her hips slowly back and forth as my tongue touched every inch of her luscious full moist lips. My finger entered her as I was licking her and I hear another pleasurable moan from deep inside of her. Oh, how long had I waited to hear just such a moan from her. With my other hand I reached behind her and grabbed hold of the softest butt I had ever touched in my life and squeezed it while pulling her bottom down more tightly onto my lips. When at last she had had her fill of my tongue between her legs, after experiencing two climaxes that violently shook her whole body, she backed up and walked toward the bathroom once again. I finally felt like a man for the first time in months. Not only had I seen, touched, smelled, and even tasted the woman I loved, again I had given her pleasure, which is something I wanted to do more than receive the same for myself. At long last, I was a man again eagerly wanting to please my woman.

She slowly walked back into the room with a sensual glow in her eyes. As I rose to hold her in my arms, she pushed me back against the wall and grabbed hold of my basketball shorts and yanked them off of me in one violent tug. She then repeated that act with my boxer shorts. I was totally naked, as was she. My beautiful woman knew what she wanted and she was going to get it. There was no hiding my excitement, as the evidence was standing at full attention, much like the space shuttle on launch day. She dropped to her knees beside me, and grabbed my firm manhood with a death grip and started to stroke it up and down, back and forth, twisting her wrists from side to side as I moaned with pleasure. The tip was already wet and sticky as she then lowered her head over the tip and stuck her tongue out, licking in rotation around the head of my swollen member. I tried so hard to make it last, but if the truth be known, it had been months since I had been this close to my beautiful woman. I was afraid I would be like a teenager at his first meeting with a girl, which almost always meets with premature ejaculation. Boy, I hate that word. However, I was able to hold off a little longer than that, but only with extreme concentration. When I finally was able to stop my huffing and puffing as I was building to a point of no return, and whispered I’m coming between breaths, thinking she would back away, I was very surprised at what happened next. She clamped down harder with her lips and began sucking harder than I have ever experienced and with her other hand began squeezing my balls. The sensation caused me to explode in a climax unlike anything I had ever experienced. I was totally drained and out of breath and reached to hold my lady in my arms as she spit into a tissue. She then kissed me on the lips passionately, her tongue now tickling my tongue, and sucking on it. It wasn’t long before the space shuttle was back on the launch pad, and my breathing became more manageable.

She walked to the kitchen and brought back two bottles of water.
After quenching our thirst, she looked at me sweetly and finally said I
love you! I put my hand behind her head and gave her deep, loving kisses,
almost wanting to inhale her. She then gently pushed me once again back onto
my pillow, and straddled my face, stating 'Seconds anyone?'
Boy was I in the mood for seconds, and thirds, and
fourths....................

The Good Doctor

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Dr. Ford considered himself to be more of an entrepreneur than a doctor. He liked marketing his business a lot more than doing operations.

His laptop was like his best friend. He took it everywhere he went.

He’d paid a computer programmer to write a complex program to help him keep better stats and records of all of his operations and revenue and profiles of his customers.

His business was booming lately becaus

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e he’d found that most women who wanted to have their breasts augmented in the Los Angeles area were envious of the attention that other women were getting.

Some were sluts who wanted every man to lust after them. Some only wanted the attention and weren’t planning on doing anything with anyone other than their boyfriends.

Either way, the keyword in the breast enhancement business was ATTENTION. He exploited that knowledge to manipulate almost every flat-chested woman he came in contact with into getting breast enhancement if they could afford it.

He was in his mid 40’s, but women still found him attractive because of his magnetic personally and his lucrative career choice. He’d had sex with many of his clients, assistants, and secretaries over the years.

He was currently talking on the phone with a happy client who was bragging about how good her new tits looked in various outfits. One of his nurses, Sherry, came in just as he was getting off the phone.

“Another satisfied customer,” said Dr. Ford.

“Outstanding,” replied Sherry. “Well, the last patient just left and that was it for the day and...wow! Can you believe how many women in L.A. are getting boob jobs now-a-days? It’s unbelievable.”

“That’s why I practice plastic surgery in L.A. Breast augmentation’s big money.”

“It sure is.”

Sherry sat on his desk and crossed her legs. Dr. Ford pretended not to notice her long, sexy legs and turned his laptop towards her.

“Check this one out right here,” he said.

There were two pictures on the screen divided by a black line down the middle. It was the same woman, before the operation on the left, after the operation on the right.

The woman was attractive before the operation but nothing to write home about. The picture of her after the operation made her look like she could easily be a model or even a porn star. She looked better physically, but there was also an expression on her face that added to her sex appeal. It was a look of confidence that was missing when she had a small chest. Larger breasts gave her more confidence and it came out in her eyes.

“Oh, wow,” said Sherry.

“Pretty girl, too.”

“Yeah, very pretty.”

“Wow, what a difference that made,” said Sherry.

“Yeah, before and after. I put these in all the patience’s files.”

“You sure do good work, doctor.”

“Thank you.”

“Every time I see pictures like that I think about getting it done myself, but…I don’t know…I just can’t bring myself to do it. Do you think I need it, doctor?”

“Well, let’s see your breasts,” he said bluntly.

Sherry looked away and her face turned red. “I work for you.”

“So what? I’m a doctor. Come on.”

“Oh, oh…okay.”

She moved the stethoscope out of the way and started unhooking the buttons. Her hands were trembling something terrible.

“Relax, we’re professionals here,” said Dr. Ford with a slight chuckle.

Sherry gave a nervous laugh back and said, “I just don’t normally do this sort of thing, especially with my boss.”

More and more of her torso became visible with every button she unhooked. When she got to the last one, she bashfully looked sideways to avoid eye contact, opened her shirt wide, and said, “Okay, what do you think?”

Flamboyantly, the doctor said, “They’re beautiful little titties!” He wasn’t joking either. They were small, but cute without a doubt.

As a matter of fact, Sherry was a strikingly attractive woman and Dr. Ford was surprised to be having this conversation with her at all. She had beautiful, long, blonde hair and a pretty face with model-like features. She was tall and slender, but she had plenty of curves where a woman needed them.

Her looks were part of the reason he hired her. He wanted to fill the office with gorgeous women so potential customers would feel even more self-conscious around them, making them more likely to pay for the operation.

“Why would you want to get a boob job? They look beautiful,” the doctor continued.

She pointed to the computer and said, “Look at her. She’s gorgeous. And look at how much more proportioned she is. She’s tall and—”

Sherry had just proven his theory correct once again. It was all about the attention. A woman could be as hot as Jenna Jameson, but if another woman got more attention than her, she’d always find something wrong with herself and go through hell and high water to fix it.

“I do really nice work, thank you,” interrupted the doctor, “but just because I perform these surgeries doesn’t necessarily mean I like big boobs. I’m an ‘itty-bitty-titty guy,’ myself.”

It sounded like Dr. Ford was flirting with her. She giggled and said, “Oh, really.”

“Yes, I am.”

“I guess I’m right up your alley then, huh?” She was joking, but when the doctor nodded and started looking at her like a piece of meat, she knew he was serious. It seemed that showing her tits had gotten him aroused.

“I would consider not getting the boob job because you could lose sensation,” said Dr. Ford as he stood and approached her. “Besides, anything more than a mouthful is a waste—I always believed that to be true.”

“I’ve heard that before.”

He was trying to look her in the eye, but his eyes seemed to be drawn uncontrollably to her breasts. He forced them up to look at her face but they kept dropping down to her tits again every time.

This went on throughout the whole conversation, and suddenly Sherry’s confidence had returned. Her boss, who was exposed to at least a dozen new tits a day and never seemed phased by it, was lusting after her. He could hardly control himself at that point.

“Watch how sensitive they are now,” said the doctor. He cupped her right tit, leaned forward and took it in his mouth.

Sherry trembled momentarily because she was taken aback by his actions, but also because she was so turned on by it. She felt his lips close around her swollen nipple and a rush of tingles filled her pussy.

“Jeez, doctor. I can see why your patients love you so much. You really…do have a…a nice…touch.”

He was groping her breasts, feeling below them, around them, in the cleavage. He said, “My favorite part of the job is the before.”

“Is this how you examine most of your patients?” asked Sherry as the doctor took another long suck of a nipple and let it go with a loud pop.

“No, not all of them.”

Not all of them? thought Sherry.

He led her to the bed that he kept in his office. He got the idea to put it there because he worked long hours and slept at the office once in a while so he wouldn’t have to drive home sleepy.

She lay down and Dr. Ford sat beside her. He began groping her nipples again. “The average person,” he said, “doesn’t know the value of the sensitivity of the nipples.”

He was gently pinching them and circling her areolas with his finger.

“Ooh, that is sensitive,” said Sherry.

He squeezed a handful of tit and said, “Nothing’s as soft as real tissue. Small breasts are really, really sexy.”

He took a mouthful of tit, sucking hard on the nipple, letting it pop out of his mouth, and circling his tongue around it.

“Ooh,” moaned Sherry.

He moved to the other one and gave it equal attention, massaging the other while he sucked on this one.

He slid down the bed and grabbed hold of Sherry’s lower garments. He pulled everything off in one move, leaving her hot and bald pussy exposed.

“Gee, doc,” she said, slightly embarrassed being seen naked by her boss, but too horny to stop him.

He crawled between her legs and said, “I think we should do a very thorough examination.”

With this, he lowered his head between her thighs and sniffed her pussy. It passed the scent test, and he began licking her hot cunt.

He started by kissing the puffy outer lips and then licking between the split. He closed his mouth around the upper part of her pussy with his tongue just under her clit and starting sucking it, making sure to let his tongue slide along her clit as he moved it in and out.

Sherry started moaning and playing with her nipples, which seemed a lot more sensitive than usual. She raised one of her legs higher and farther to the side so she could get a better look at the doctor’s head buried in her snatch.

The doctor could see Sherry’s white stockings and high-heels out of the corner of his eye. They were turning him on tremendously along with the nurse’s uniform she was wearing and the fact that they were still in the office. He was sliding his finger in her pussy hole and licking the juice from it.

“Doctor, it feels really good,” she whispered.

She started humping his mouth in small circles. She was moaning louder.

Dr. Ford knew an orgasm was nearing so he started licking faster, allowing his tongue to slide all over every part of her vagina including the saturated fleshy part between the clit and pussy hole.

Sherry’s eyes had rolled into her head and her legs were shaking as an orgasm sent her juices flowing into the doctor’s mouth.

“Oh, yeah, just like that,” she moaned.

Though her eyes were closed, she could hear him slurping at her juices and she could hear the gulping sound his throat made every time he swallowed a mouthful of it. It made her have another orgasm and then another until she was too weak to keep her legs up. After her third orgasm, she finally opened her eyes to the vision of the doctor’s blonde hair moving around between the stockings on her legs.

“Are you getting hot, doctor?”

His head moved in a Yes motion.

“Why don’t you take off that jacket?”

“I think I will,” he said.

Dr. Ford took every article of clothing off. Sherry was surprised by what a nice physique he had. He looked a little pudgy with clothes on, but now that he was naked, she could see that a good amount of it was muscle.

His dick was pointed straight up as he took his place on the bed. It was average in size, which was good because it meant she could suck him all the way down to his pubic hairs.

Sherry leaned forward and took him in her mouth. She slobbered all over the cock head and used her hand to spread her saliva to the bottom half while she let his hard shaft slide in and out of her mouth.

He said, “Oh, nurse, you are so good at what you do.”

He was fucking her mouth like it was a pussy, thrusting into it while caressing her back and copping a feel of her tits. He held her shoulders for balance and thrust into her mouth so hard that his balls were slapping on her chin.

She never paused or gagged at all. She just let him have his way with her and savored the taste of his salty pre-cum oozing all over her mouth.

The doctor felt a tingle in his balls after a couple minutes and knew it was time to stop. He didn’t want to spill his seed before he got a chance to fuck her.

He motioned her to lean up so he could get the nurse’s jacket off her. Once it was off, he pushed her on her back. He grabbed her by the ankles, pulled her towards him and tossed her legs apart.

Sherry was startled, yet turned on by the doctor’s rough ways. He grabbed hold of his throbbing cock and put the head between her pussy lips. It was already soaking wet. He rammed it inside and a low moan came from both of their mouths.

He had her lying on her side and was fucking her hard like he was trying to dig a hidden treasure out of her pussy. It was such a snug fit that his cock popped out.

“Get back in my pussy,” she ordered.

Dr. Ford rubbed it all over her clit first, fingered it, and then eased back inside just long enough to enjoy the initial warmth. Then he pulled it back out and did it again and again. He left it in a little longer each time until he had Sherry begging for it.

He slipped inside and started digging at it again. He was fucking her so hard that you could here the impact every time their pelvises smacked together. They had the whole bed rocking and squeaking.

The doctor kept banging her, and then he paused for a moment, humped her slowly two more times, and pulled out. He sat up and stuck his dick in Sherry’s face.

She opened her mouth and caught every sticky drop of cum on her pretty face.

When he was done, there was cum hanging from the tip, so she licked it off and started sucking his cock to drain the bit of semen that was still in his shaft.

She swallowed it down. It was sweet and salty, just how she liked her food.

She said, “I guess I don’t need big tits to get laid, huh, doc?”

“You sure don’t,” replied Dr. Ford.

She gave his cock head a kiss and wiped the rest of his cum off her mouth and swallowed it.

It was getting late. Both of them were dead tired.

They lay next to each other trying to recuperate from their hot romp. They lay there so long that they fell asleep and ending up sleeping there all night.  

When they woke up the next morning and started getting dressed, Sherry couldn’t help but wonder why Dr. Ford really kept the bed there.

Was it really for days when he got too tired to drive home, or did women get turned on by the charming doctor all the time? Hmmmm.

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The Gentleman

dabra on Sex Stories

Hey folks, this is another story from me. I hope you enjoy it as much as you did Dave’s story. There might be more if you like.

 

The night was warm. The club’s loud music could be heard every time the bouncer opened the door to the underground dance floor. Sasha walked out after blowing a kiss to the latter, an old high school friend. She tugged the small denim jacket closer to her small frame as she hurried home.

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0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in">She though she heard footsteps behind her but, hey, this is L.A. for god’s sake! A loud wolf-whistle echoed behind her. She turned in time to see a couple of young Latinos eye her hungrily. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at them and continued walking. She was in a teasing mood tonight.

Her ample chest was held by a thin, almost see-through strapless pink tank top. Her long elegant legs were exposed under a blue, stretchy miniskirt that rode up her thighs every step she took. She was glad the air wasn’t cold or she’d be facing a severe cold by the time she reached the apartment she called home.

She heard those footsteps again behind her and this time she turned to survey the area behind her. She turned back but put her hand in her small black purse, clutching the small can of mace in her right hand. All the TV stations were talking about the new story, The Gentleman Rapist. She had to be careful.

She was five minutes from home when she felt a hand on her mouth and an arm around her waist. Before she could so much as scream, she was lifted off her feet and was staring at a cold, blank wall. She was starting to fight back when the tip of a blade touched the skin on her throat. She heard a soft voice in her left ear.

“I would advise you not to scream.”

Her eyes widened. She prayed this was just a mugging and nothing else. Stupid her! She had lived in L.A. all of her twenty-three years and was still dumb enough not to buy a gun! She nodded hastily. The hand covering her mouth was removed.

“Good. We understand each other.” The blade stayed where it was though. “I am going to do something that might be unpleasant. Try not to make noise.”

Sasha felt the arm let go of her but her fears were soon confirmed when a cold hand touched her knee. She felt a shiver run through her spine.

“Oh dear, did I do that? Here, let me take care of that.”

The hand was removed and she heard leather being stretched and a bare hand touched her at the same spot. It slowly made its way up her leg. She was about to cry when it touched her panties. The hand didn’t move. She heard the voice again.

“What colour are they?”

“Blue,” she whispered.

“Ah, a fine choice. My favourite colour.”

The fingers tugged at her underwear and she felt a tear slowly roll down her cheek. Her panties were down to her knees when she heard the voice again.

“Now, be a good girl and close your eyes. I will hurt you only if I have to.”

She silently complied and felt silk slid across her face and over her eyes. A knot was tied behind her head. A hand grasped her long raven hair and gently tugged them out of the knot. She knew the blindfold was a joke the second she opened her eyes. She could still see the wall through the thin material. Obviously, it was only to play with her.

The blade left her neck and descended to her kidney. A sharp prick made her gasp suddenly. He was telling her he could still kill her even if his position had changed. Her panties resumed their course along her shaved legs until they touched the pavement. The rapist lifted her legs one by one and stood up again. She heard him inhale slowly.

“Aaaah. Such sweet scent. Tell me, are you afraid?”

“Yes,” she squeaked. She had extracted the mace from her purse and was hiding it with her body. She heard a chuckle behind her and the blade returned to her throat.

“You should be if you’re seriously thinking about using that weapon, Miss.” She mentally gasped. Of course, he had seen the can, how stupider could she get? “I assure you there is no need to resort to violence. I am not one of those rapists, I am a gentleman.”

Sasha’s eyes widened more as she recalled what she had read about him. The Gentleman Rapist! At least, she would make it alive. She was still thinking as a hand slowly hiked her mini up her thighs. The Gentleman had a very particular Modus Operandi. He never killed his victims, was polite, tried to minimise any injury his victims could have and always (ALWAYS) made his prey come before him. The girls interviewed had said that he was gentle and always asked if he wasn’t hurting them or if they wanted him to wear a condom or something like that.

He was a strange dude. The few analyst that were on talk shows suggested that he stalked the city only for fun and that he was probably a well respected member of the society. He also never raped virgins. He had a count of twelve victims till now, with two more girls he had spared. As soon as he found out they were virgins, he apologised profusely and knocked them out using chloroform. He then carried them home and deposited them on their front door after calling the police.

Sasha was brought back to earth when a warm finger slowly touched her inner thigh. It slowly traced the outline of her lips. She suppressed a moan. Could it be that this rapist was seducing her instead of getting it on? She tried to block these thoughts from her head but it was hard with a finger playing with her, tantalisingly close to her entrance. It suddenly left its spot, making Sasha feel a pang of disappointment, immediately followed by guilt. She couldn’t be liking this could she?

“Could you put your arms behind your back, dear? I need to fix something.”

She complied, partly due to fear, partly due to excitement. She felt cold metal touch her wrists and a sharp click sounded. Handcuffs. She was trapped. With her arms around her back, The Gentleman as he called himself, could do whatever he wanted to her. The blade left her neck and was dropped on a wooden box nearby. The rapist leaned on her and smelled her shiny hair. He let out a contended moan and whispered something like vanilla. It was probably vanilla, for she had washed her hair with scented soap.

“Now, to business. I hope you’ll enjoy this as much as I do.”

Sasha felt two hands on her thighs. The fingers slid to her pussy and started circling its lips. She shuddered as one finger grazed her opening. This guy knew what he was doing. Suddenly, what felt like two fingers plunged inside her. There was no resistance at all. The foreplay had aroused her just enough to wet her insides. She gasped silently. She was wondering why he hadn’t gagged her.

The fingers gently rubbed her walls. She could barely resist. Then she felt his warm breath on her legs. He’s gonna eat me! He did indeed eat her, lapping her pussy with his tongue opening her wider with his fingers. He delicately swirled his tongue around her flesh, rubbing her clit with his fingers, doing it with such expertise that she could no longer stop herself. She silently moaned as he rubbed her clit once again.

“Aha! Did I just hear you moan, girl? I’m glad you like that.”

He continued his thing for some time. Sasha couldn’t resist any further. She started moaning every time he lapped her cunny. Her body was betraying her as she felt a familiar sensation well up between her legs. She gasped, more loudly this time, as her orgasm overcame her. Her head was slightly bent backwards as she shuddered with forbidden release.

He didn’t miss a beat and steadily drank her fluids as it escaped her body, leaving a small trail down her legs. He affectionately patted her inner thighs and stood up. Sasha couldn’t see what he was doing form her position but somehow she could just picture him wiping his mouth with a hanky.

“Aaaah, that was refreshing. Nothing like some liquid to quench your thirst, wouldn’t you say? Now, did you enjoy that?”

She wouldn’t answer him this time. She felt a finger plop into her pussy suddenly and the voice was in her left ear again. Her hands were pressing into his stomach from behind. The finger was joined by his friend and, together, they danced a dance of pleasure and arousal as the voice spoke to her again.

“I’m sure you liked it. You can deny it but your body cannot lie.” He pushed his fingers deeper inside. “Can you feel them?” they twisted around, trying to find her G-spot. “Can you say you really don’t like it?” the fingers found what they were looking for. “Can you say you want to come so badly you’ll do anything?” They were stimulating her, bringing her to the threshold of another orgasm. She wouldn’t last long, he was too good.

Sasha threw her head back as he pinched her clit with his other hand. Her mouth was open as a series of ragged moans emanated from her. The rapist’s shoulder was holding her head while his fingers continued their passionate dance. Her juices flowed down her legs, soaking her socks and part of her black Nikes. The fingers retreated and smeared some of her own secretions on her upper lip, under her nose. The scent was intoxicating.

“You cannot reasonably tell me this doesn’t excite you, can you?”

His fingers slowly smeared her juices on her lips, parting them slightly to spread some on her teeth. Sasha couldn’t help herself, she licked her lips, tasting herself and loving it. That guy knew which buttons to press.

His hands crept under her top and gave her chest a small squeeze. Her nipples hardened under the attention, a fact not lost to him. He pinched and massaged them with his fingers, tracing their outline under the pink material. She was getting warm all over. Her breathing was now ragged and noisy. The rapist knew she was enjoying it. He covered her breasts with his hands and slowly applied pressure. She closed her eyes and let the pleasure invade her synapses.

The hands drifted down to her love bud again. She heard a zipper open and some rustling behind her. Here it comes. He must have stepped out of his pants because she heard a belt as it fell to the pavement. The alley into which he had dragged her was dark and out of the way, perfect for his purposes. He stroked her hair almost passionately and kissed it gently. His hands settled on her hips.

“I must admit I am a bit lacking in this department, so you’ll excuse me if I’m not quite what you expect. I’m only just a modest eight inches.”

Sasha gasped as the head touched her lips. He rubbed it vertically along the slit, teasing her. Was he really a rapist? The cock slowly entered her, parting her lips and penetrating her easily. Foreplay really did wet things up. It slid in and out, making her moan. She tilted her head back so that it was once again resting on his shoulder. His right hand moved down to her clit.

He started rubbing it gently, sending a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. His remaining hand traveled to her c-cup and cupped one of her glorious mounds. She couldn’t resist anymore, she started thrusting back to meet his strokes. She heard a low chuckle behind her but it didn’t stop the great feeling between her legs.

He alternated between fast and hard strokes and incredibly gentle shallow ones. He was thrusting his finger in when his dick was going out. She was content to let herself fall into his embrace. He was by far the best shag she had ever had. Nothing like those guys who only thought about their dicks and their hairy balls. These just went in and got out faster that you can say “ejaculation”.

She felt another orgasm come close as he continued his intricate game. He somehow sensed this or was it just her increased breathing and body language that told him that? She could only tell that release was near.

It came with no warning. She threw her head back brutally into his right shoulder and ground her self into his loins as her secretions flooded her nether regions and exploded outwards, covering his prick and her legs. He didn’t slow down though, if anything he accelerated. She heard his balls slap against her ass as she cummed continuously.

She rested her head on his shoulder, trying to catch her breath. He chuckled and popped his fingers inside her and brought them to her lips. She hungrily sucked on them, tasting that wonderful thing. He then placed his two hands on her hips and started pumping. He thrust harder and faster each time until he was slamming himself into her. She couldn’t quite breathe, making half-choked gasps every time he entered her.

She almost screamed by the time he pressed his loins inside her, pushing his seed into her womb. She felt each squirt hit the walls inside her. His spunk was warm and felt so right inside her. For a while, she had forgotten this was a rape. He sighed and withdrew, leaving the mixture of their secretions dribble to the cold pavement.

“You know, this is by far the best sex I have had in a while. I didn’t know it would be so enjoyable.”

“Me too,” she whispered.

“What’s your name by the way?”

She was surprised that he had asked that. “Sasha.”

“Ah, a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Perhaps we should meet again, Sasha.”

She was thinking the same thing. She heard the handcuffs unsnap and suddenly her hands were free. She was whirled around until she was facing her tormentor. He was wearing a silly black mask over his eyes, but this, combined with the shadows from the alley, made him unrecognisable.

She was breathing more heavily now. What did he have in mind? He was naked, having taken his shirt off during the act. He was smiling. She began to feel a pang of fear. Maybe he was going to kill her. She was surprised when he put her arms around his waist and cuffed them behind his back. They were now pressed closely together. Her hands could move anywhere along his back up to his shoulders. She felt something nudge her on the leg. She looked down to see his glorious erection. It was about eight inches long, as he had told her.

He slid her mini up and slipped inside her with a wet sound. She gasped and pulled him closer. His mouth started to kiss her neck. His arms were on her hips. He stayed embedded inside her and concentrated on her neck. His tongue slowly licked her neck and moved to her mouth. She kissed him back fiercely, tongue-wrestling him. He knew his stuff.

Her mouth was getting all the attention that, minutes ago, her pussy was getting. He played with her hair and kissed her deeply before pulling back. He slid his hands on her thighs and lifted them until she was in a seated position and her back was pressed against the wall. He started to hump her. It was slow at first but he quickly fastened his pace.

Sasha squeezed her legs shut around his waist as he pummeled her, hurting her a bit when her lower back hit the brick wall. She was moaning like crazy now, her voice driving her to this state of extreme arousal. Her nails – which were not particularly long – were digging holes in his bare back.

He let go of her left leg and instead, raised her top off her breasts. She tightened her hold on his waist so that her leg was still tightly coiled around him. He started to slow his pace and fondle her chest. She moaned as he pinched her left nipple, sending a sting of pain to her nerves. He roughly squeezed and twisted it until she almost cried. Then he let it go and latched onto the fleshy mound and started to suckle it. She dug her nails deeper into his back until she felt a wetness that could only be blood.

His strokes were now deep and slow, crashing her back into the wall every time he penetrated her. He alternated between her left and right breasts, using his hand on the one he wasn’t suckling. She felt the now familiar feeling stir between her legs. She tried to halt its relentless march but failed miserably. She screamed into the warm night, a scream that was quickly muffled by his tongue. She desperately sucked on it as she came like a hose, spraying her legs and his genitals with her love juice.

He let go of her chest and placed his hands on her hips again. Her legs were now hanging almost limp in his embrace. She was still recovering from the steaming orgasm that had left her ears buzzing and her heart pounding. He thrust his whole length inside her now. He started slow then hastened and slammed in and out of her pussy, until she was moaning again. He lasted an eternity it seemed and as he crashed into her, Sasha vaguely remembered that she wasn’t on the pill.

It seemed pretty silly to have that thought right now. The Gentleman emptied his balls into her open cunt with one final thrust and ground himself into her. She felt his dick spasm as jets of sperm hit her walls. She felt him slacken and he put his forehead on her left shoulder.

“That certainly was most enjoyable. I hope you feel the same as I do.”

She could not answer, the fire inside her body still raging. He took off the cuffs and turned her around, once again pinning her arms behind her back. She did not protest. She heard him pick up something, probably a cloth to clean himself. Her body slumped against the wall, trying vainly to stay upright.

Sasha felt the liquid slowly leaking out of her and crawling down her legs. Labored breathing echoed in the dark alley behind her, matching her own. A wooden crate creaked; The Gentleman was recuperating too. Her eyes sought out something to sit on in the dim light. An upturned bucket. She mentally shrugged. It was better than nothing.

She studied her surroundings while the blood roaring in her brain subsided. Her attacker – lover? – was looking at her with expressionless eyes. She shuddered, thinking of the stories she had grown up with: women killed after being raped, serial rapists who liked to take a souvenir, countless unsolved murders… Why was he different?

She forgot her probing when he suddenly got up. He smiled reassuringly as he strode to her and lifted her to her feet, holding her right armpit. There was a large crate further down the alley. He pushed her towards it, deeper in the shadows. Her pressed her head on the cold surface of the wood, bending her like a doll, so that her ass was sticking out towards him. He was going to do it again.

She closed her eyes and moaned softly when he entered her once again. This time, he was slowly moving in and out of her, with not a care in the world. There was a sharp intake of air each time he filled her. He would let himself sink inside her quickly, slip out excruciatingly slowly then repeat the procedure. In the middle of the act, he caught a fistful of her black hair and gave it a small tug. She raised her head slightly, mouth ajar, moans coming out at regular intervals.

She was surprised when he stuffed a damp cloth inside her mouth. Her muffled cry of surprise was quickly replaced by a moan as he slammed her once before resuming his slow penetration. Her tongue tasted her juices. It was her panties! She forgot to struggle when one of his fingers wormed itself into her puckered hole, twisting and writhing like a live snake.

She gasped through the cloth as he worked her hole almost roughly at times. She almost lost her self in the ecstasy when he pulled both his finger and his dick out of her. She was surprised to feel trepidation. The man had given her so much pleasure she could only wish for more. She almost screamed with horror when she felt his dickhead push into her asshole.

She felt a tingle at first. The tingle became a major discomfort as he pushed further inside. The discomfort turned to pain; the pain turned to agony before his entire shaft was plunged into her tight puckered hole. She numbly realized she was screaming uselessly while her anal ring convulsed around the intruder. The panties muffled the shouts to a bare whisper, hearable only in the alley.

She cried bitter tears of pain, humiliation and shame as the grip on her hair tightened. A sharp tug brought her head up with a muffled cry. She felt the invader stir; it moved slowly at first, quickly picking up speed. Each thrust seemed to rip a layer of her skin. A deep, almost evil laughter echoed in the dark alley as she was raped by this “gentleman”…

He roughly slapped her ass, squeezing each cheek alternately, all the while tugging at her raven hair. His movements rivaled those he had made earlier, slamming her ass roughly. She screamed continuously in her panties as each thrust seemed to pierce her skin. She felt she would throw up or worst. It came as a very surprising… surprise that after a while, she felt a small pang of pleasure.

The pang quickly became a sharp jab. She felt it every time the cock slid home. She stopped crying, stopped struggling as he fucked her like a toy. She unconsciously pushed her ass towards his hips. He laughed and pulled her hair tighter. He suddenly increased his rhythm to a frantic pace, once again ripping muffled screams out of her before emptying his bowels in her ass.

Her ass felt strangely hollow as he exited her puckered hole. She heard a small zap behind her. She turned her head to look. He was holding a stun stick, the kind used in jails to keep inmates docile. Her eyes widened visibly with fear as he approached her.

“Don’t worry, it’s for my safety.” He put the stick down beside her face and leaned towards her, stroking her hair. “I’m sorry about the last part, but if I didn’t, it would hardly be called a rape. Don’t try to contact the police, I’ll take the necessary precautions to erase every physical proof on your body.”

She didn’t protest as the scent of chloroform filled her nose.

 

She woke up in her bed, covered in blankets, naked. Her clothes had been pilled in a corner of her room. There was a small piece of paper on her night table. It read “Remember”. Her sore ass was a good souvenir if she forgot the note. She painfully rose and went into the bathroom. She sat on the toilet seat and wept as she felt the skin around her asshole.

 

Three days later, the newspapers all had a new heading: “The Gentle man Strikes Again! Where Is The Police?” Sasha read the article wordlessly and drank her morning coffee. She finished it and went inside. Her thin robe protected her from the slight chill in the air. She thought she heard a sound behind her. A sudden prick at her neck made her inhale sharply.

“Miss me?”

She knew this voice! Three nights ago, in that dark alley! He had come back for more…

She swallowed. “Yes…”

Brown Shoe Store II

Slickman2000 on Sex Stories

Take the time to read "Brown's Shoe Store" to get up to date.  Copyright laws apply.

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Mike and Meagan put the shoebox down and finished their lovemaking. Meagan was finally adjusting to the size of Mike's tool and was now pushing back as much as she was taking it. The portable cot was about to fall apart and continued to bang against the wall. Just as Meagan climaxed they heard someone pounding on the front door.

"Shit." Mike said stopping his pumping motion. He glanced at his watch and noticed it was ten minutes before the store was due to open. He drove his pist

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on in once more but heard the pounding get louder. "Fuck." He pulled out and quickly pulled up his jeans and slid his tee shirt on. As he tied his sneakers he noticed Meagan had not moved.

"Meagan hurry and get dressed! It might be my parents!"

"I can't move." She giggled. "I've been fucked to death."

Mike laughed and threw her panties and bra to her. He peeked through the curtains and saw Meagan's sister Janet with her hands positioned on the sides of her face as she peered into the store.

"It's Janet." Mike announced.

"Good. Now come on back." Meagan begged holding out her hands.

"I have to open the store in a couple of minutes so we don't have time." Mike said shaking his head. Meagan had turned from a tomboy to a girl in heat. Mike opened the curtain and walked to the front door. Janet saw him and smiled. He opened the door and Janet stormed in.

"Is Meagan here?"

"Well......maybe...........why?" Mike stuttered. Janet walked quickly into the back room and froze seeing Meagan pulling up her pink panties.

"I hope you used protection." She said until she saw the spent rubber by the bed. "Never mind. I guess my little sister is not a little girl anymore. Are you OK?" "Janet. What are you doing here?" Meagan asked pissed.

"I'm trying to warn you Dad is looking for you. I didn't want him to find you like this."

"What's he want with me?" Meagan asked as she quickly pulled up her jeans and shirt.

"He wouldn't tell me but he said it was good news." They heard the bell signaling someone had entered the front door. "It's him."

"Hello Mr. Green." Mike said nervously. "Hi Dad." Meagan said coming through the curtains.

"What were you doing back there? Are you two alone?" He asked visibly upset.

"No Dad. I'm here." Janet said laughing as she came through the curtains.

"Good." Jim Green said. "This letter from State came for you this morning." He handed her the unopened letter.

"They already turned me down for the scholarship." Meagan said as she ripped open the envelope. She quickly read the letter and smiled. "The other girl turned it down and they are now offering it to me!" She said jumping up and down for joy.

Janet and her father both moved forward to hug her but Mike stayed silent. Meagan turned and looked at him. "I got............" She was ready to say 'it' but realized that she would be living away from him now. They both were planning on going to the local university but now they would be separated.

"Meagan. That's great."" Mike said forcing a smile.

"Dad. I think we need to go home." Janet said pulling on his arm to leave. Jim finally realized what was going on. "We will see you at home." They left.

"I can still see you." Meagan said as she pulled his body into hers. "I'll only be five hours away."

"Yeah I know." He said kissing her on her forehead. "But, sometimes distance messes up a relationship."

Both of them remained silent as they thought about being away from each other. Suddenly the doorbell went off and a man and woman came in. "I'll call you later." Mike said as he walked over to help the couple. Meagan sadly walked out of the store.

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Tara and Brad were sitting in Tara's den watching TV and waiting for her parents to leave the house. Her mom and dad were going out of town for the weekend and were leaving Tara home alone for the first time. The only way they would agree to it was if Meagan and Heather stayed with her.

"Now you two behave yourselves." Tara's mom Carol said pointing her finger at her.

"We will Mom." Tara said smiling. "I'm going to college next year so you have to learn to trust me."

"I trust you." Carol said. "It's him that I don't trust." She glared at Brad.

"Mrs. Green. I promise to be good." He said putting his hands up to shield him from her. They both laughed. Brad had been dating Tara since they were 15.

Tara was wearing a short skirt and tight blouse with new Victoria Secret baby blue thong and panties. Today was going to be her de-flowering and she wanted to look nice and sexy.

"I thought Heather was coming over?" Carol said looking at her watch.

"She should be here any minute." Tara said trying not to be upset.

Heather pulled into Tara's driveway and noticed her parents were still at home. She grabbed her small suitcase and moved to the front door.

"It's Heather!" Tara's Dad yelled when he opened the door. "I'm glad you are here." He said to Heather while rolling his eyes. "Let's go dear." He yelled back to his wife.

"I thought they would never leave." Tara said smiling. "Did you hear from Mark?" Heather had told her Mark had not talked to her since Meagan's graduation party.

"No. I think he is still pissed. He suspects I fucked Alex when we were demonstrating that position on the sofa."

"It did look pretty real." Brad said. "You two didn't really......"

"Of course not." Heather lied. "Even if I did what difference would it have made? After all he did go down on Janet."

"Going down and fucking are two different things." Brad said.

"How would you know?" Heather asked pissed with his comments. She knew both Tara and he were virgins.

"I'll let you know in about an hour." Brad chuckled as he grabbed Tara's hand to lead her upstairs. Tara smiled and followed her boyfriend.

"Probably two minutes." Heather laughed as she watched the two walking up the stairs. Brad moved his hand behind his back and gave her the finger.

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As long as Mike was busy in the store he was OK. When no one was there he thought about Meagan leaving town. Today was supposed to be a special day. He would not be a virgin anymore. But he would have traded it if Meagan stayed at home. He realized he was being selfish but she was looking so good he was jealous she would find someone else. His buddy Mark was also going to State so maybe he could get him to keep an eye on her.

A light rain was falling as Betty Talbert pulled into the parking space in front of the shoe store. She had not been back to the store since the incident and felt nervous as she opened the door. She saw Tom's grandson Mike helping a young boy pick out some shoes. He turned and waved to her.

Mike watched the mother and son leave the store and walked over to Mrs. Talbert.

"Hello Mike." She said smiling. "I'm so sorry about your grandfather."

"It's OK. He died happy." Mike said knowing he was looking up her skirt.

"I'm so embarrassed about that." She said looking down.

Mike noticed she was wearing the same outfit she had on that day. "Would you like to try on some shoes?" He asked feeling his heart beat faster. His smile told her what he was thinking.

"You know I'm not much older than your mother." She said shocked the young boy would suggest such a thing.

"You're a very beautiful woman now and even before." He said still smiling.

"Before?" She asked not sure what he meant.

"This morning I found an old shoebox that my grandfather hid in the backroom. It had some interesting things inside."

Betty's heart almost stopped like Tom's did that dreadful day. He had told her he had thrown away those photos. Now his young grandson had them.

"You have to give those back to me." She said sternly. "They should have been thrown away years ago. Since they are photos of me they belong to me."

"But they were not just photos of you." Mike said knowing he had the upper hand.

Betty thought back to that night many years ago. They were all camping out in the back woods when the party got out of hand. Tom, being the older one, got Betty and the other girls to dance by the campfire. He took their pictures with the Polaroid Camera as they danced and drank beer. She didn't remember which girl started striping first but soon they were all topless. The booze lowered her resistance and that night she lost her virginity. She found out later that Tom had taken photos of everything. He had told her the photos were destroyed.

"If you don't give them to me I'll have to tell your parents." She said firmly.

"I don't think so." He laughed. "I think it was my father who was in a lot of your photos. I don't think my mother will be happy to see what you two were doing."

Betty stared at the boy. Shit he was just like his grandfather, handsome and confident. She knew she would shock him with her next words. "Your mother was there too. How many photos did you find?"

"No way." Mike laughed. His mother was the most conservative prude he knew. He realized she was serious. "Four pictures." He replied.

"He took a lot more than that." She laughed. "Maybe we need to look around some more?"

Mike looked at the clock. It was closing time. He moved to the door and turned the sign around to say 'CLOSED' and walked ahead of the older women into the back room. He had cleaned the storage room many times but his grandfather told him to not worry about dusting the tops of the shelves. If there were more photos they would be up there. He grabbed a chair and climbed up on top of it. The chair was wobbling so Betty quickly put her hands on his waist to steady him. Her face was only inches from his cute little ass.

"I feel something up here." Mike said as he touched another shoebox. He tried to get it but it was all the way in the back. "A few more inches," he said just as Mrs. Talbert's fingers slid down to cup his ass cheeks. "Whatt?" He asked looking down at her smile.

"Keep looking." She ordered as her fingers squeezed and caressed. God his butt was so firm. She thought about her own husband's flabby butt who was probably napping about now. The photos had fired up some passion deep inside of her.

"A little bit more." He said feeling his hard-on pressing outward. Her fingers were down moving down under his ass and up between his thighs. "Ohh!" He cried as her fingers cupped his balls. "Mrs. Talbert!" He was loosing his balance and had to grab the shelf to keep from falling. His body turned to face her. He held on to the shelf as he watched her fingers move up to the snap on his jeans.

"I'm going to fall." He said as she unzipped his fly.

"Well hold on to something." She laughed as she pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees at the same time. His hard nine inch prick sprang straight out at her face. She jumped back and giggled. "You are just like your grandpa." Her small fingers curled around its base.

"We shouldn't...." He moaned as her face moved forward to allow her tongue to lick off the pre-come from the tip.

"Oh yes we should. It's what you wanted before right?" She said as her fingers started to slowly stroke him forward and back.

"I guess SOO!" He groaned as her mouth moved over the crown.

She popped her mouth off and licked her lips. "Yep. Just like Tom. Why don't you come down from there?"

"But the photos." Mike said as he grabbed her hand to step down onto the floor. He almost fell because his jeans were now wrapped around his ankles.

"The pictures can wait. This can't." She giggled as she pulled him over to the cot. "You're not a virgin are you?"

"Well no." He thought. "This morning was the first........." He started to say but didn't want to mention Meagan's name.

"Good. Maybe I can teach you the right way before you pick up bad habits." She pulled the long zipper down her grey dress.

"Bad habits?" He said watching the older woman toss the dress aside. Her full pure white breasts were overpowering her tight beige bra and her full white panties showed the light shadow of her bush.

"Sure. Men liked to stick it in and bam-bam they are done." She laughed. Her thin arms moved around to release her bra. She knew her breasts still looked quite nice and watched his expression as she pulled the cups off her firm mounds. Her light brown nips stood at attention.

"Did you and grandpa? You know?" He asked as her panties moved slowly over her sparse blonde and grey bush.

"Fuck?" She laughed. "No. We only played the teasing game. It was a lot of fun while it lasted. But, you and I will fuck." She giggled using the 'F' word. She took his hand and led him to lie down on his back.

"I shouldn't do this." Mike said making a last ditch effort to stop it. "I have a girlfriend." He said thinking of Meagan.

"Will you tell her?" Betty chuckled as she moved her body on top of his and aimed his tip at her juicy opening.

"No." Mike said feeling his tip rub against her moist folds.

"Me neither." She laughed as she lowered her body down onto his hard shaft. "OH MY! YOU ARE A BIG BOY!" She cried as her frail body took all of his length.

Mike's body automatically started to quickly rise and fall. But, she smacked him on the side of his face. "SLAP"

"Ouch!" He said holding his cheek. "What was that for?"

"Slow down. This is not a race. Lie back while I show you heaven. " She said as she moved her head up over his mouth.

"Kiss my neck and nibble on my ear. Run your hands gently over my back and ass. Mike did as she said. "Nibble not bite." She giggled feeling his lips doing as she said. His large hands explored her back and hips. She started to rise again up his shaft and slowly back down.

"When you push inside make sure you rub against my clitoris." She instructed. "You know what a clitoris is right?"

"No." Mike confessed as he sucked on her earlobe.

"Give me your finger."

Mike allowed her to take his index finger and guide it down between their bodies until she pushed the tip against the small but hard mound of flesh at the top of her slit. "Right there. Touch it for a while." She moaned as she let his finger go. Mike now knew what the pleasure button was called.

Betty closed her eyes feeling his lips everywhere on her neck and ears. One hand was massaging her ass while the other hand played with her clitoris. Besides all of that his long rod was completely filling her up. "God. You're a fast learner." She moaned as she approached her climax.

Mike forgot about his own pleasures as he spent all of his energies on making her happy. "You want to go fast." He sped up his fucking action. "Or slow?" He whispered in her ear. He could tell from her rapid breathing that she was almost ready to come. He was in control and grinned as he teased her.

"FASTER!" She screamed as she felt the fires igniting the dynamite between her thighs. "OH LORD I'M COMING!" She screamed. The bed once again smacked against the shelf and another shoebox fell hitting her in her quivering ass. Neither of them stopped to see what it was. Mike felt his dam burst and he held on to her small ass until he was completely empty.

"Did I do OK?" Mike asked with a smile.

"Yes." She panted. "Damn good." She rolled off of his body and picked up the shoebox and peeked inside. Mike watched as she pulled out a stack of old photos and looked at them. "Yep. These are the ones that I remembered. You may be interested in this one." She held it out for him to view.

"Holy shit! Is that.........?"

"Yes sir in the flesh." She laughed.

*****

Heather turned on the TV to keep from falling asleep. Tara and Brad had been upstairs for almost 30 minutes. She moved back on the sofa and surfed through the channels until she saw a movement behind her. She jumped and held up the remote control to throw it until she saw who it was. "Tara? Are you OK?"

"Yes." The young girl said while sitting down only wearing her new bra and panty set. "Things didn't go as planned." Just then they heard Brad moving quickly down the stairs and out the door.

"You have to promise not to tell anyone." She said almost crying.

"Sure." Heather said as she put her arm around her friend.

"He couldn't get hard."

"But, he was surely hard last week." Heather said remembering how he looked when Janet pulled down his briefs.

"I know." She sobbed. "He was as surprised as I was. It must be me."

"Bullshit. Any man would die to have sex with you."

"Thank you." Tara said wiping her eyes. They heard the doorbell ring. Heather opened it to see Meagan. She did not look too happy either. "What's wrong with you?"

Meagan walked in to see Tara crying. "What's wrong with her?"

They all moved together and hugged. Meagan told them her good news and the reaction from Mike after they had made love. Tara told her about Brad's failure to take her cherry. Heather told both of them that she had broke up with Mark. They all looked at each other and bawled.

*****

Both Mark and Brad were sitting on Mike's porch when he arrived home. "Whassup?" He said seeing them both looking upset. They quickly told him and he sat down between them on the step. "Meagan's going away to college. She got the scholarship from State."

"Fuck man. That's too bad." Brad said. The three of them just stared at the traffic passing in front of Mike's house.

"I do have some good news." Mike said with a smile. "I'm not a virgin anymore."

"Meagan?" Brad asked.

"Yes, and........." He grinned.

"Two at the same time?" Mark jumped in.

"Not at the same time but both were today." Mike said proudly.

"Shit man. Tell us." Brad said pulling his buddy over to him.

"Remember the lady who was trying on shoes when my grandfather died?"

"Yeah. Betty somebody." Mark answered.

"Evidently she and my grandfather had something going for a long time. She stopped by today to continue it with me."

"Shit. How old is she?" Brad asked.

"She said she was a couple of years older than my mom and she is 44." Mike answered.

"You fucked an old lady?" Mark said loudly.

"Shhh." Mike said looking behind him to make sure his parents were not listening by the door.

"She might be old but her body was like a young woman's." Mike said defensively. "And, God, she taught me how to fuck." He laughed.

"Really?" Brad asked. "Do you think she will teach me?"

"I wasn't supposed to tell anyone so how can I asked her?" Mike laughed at his buddy.

"Me too?" Mark asked. "Since I won't be getting any from Heather I would love for her to do show and tell with me."

"She said she would come by tomorrow at closing. How about you guys being there instead of me? Who knows she might just take you both on?" Mike laughed.

"Deal." The both said at the same time.

***** Meagan told Tara she felt so bad she couldn't stay and went home to call Mike but his parents said he had left with Brad and Mark. She changed into a long nightshirt, took out the letter and read it over and over until she fell asleep. *****

Mike left Brad and Mark at Mark's house and decided to stop by Tara's to talk to Meagan since she was supposed to be staying for the night. He knocked on the door and saw Tara's face peeking out from behind the small curtains. "Mike." She said opening the door a fraction.

"Is Meg here?" He asked.

"No. She and Heather left because I wanted to be alone."

"Sorry to have bothered you I heard........" He stopped realizing Brad was not supposed to tell anyone.

"It's OK. Meagan and Heather know too." Tara said. "Do you want to come in?"

"Gee. I shouldn't...........you are all alone.......I should go home...your parents aren't at home right?" He stumbled. Tara smiled and opened the door enough for him to see her right breast only covered by her pale blue bra. "Come in if you are coming in." She giggled as she opened the door until her whole body could be seen.

"You sure?" Mike asked frozen to the spot.

"Yes." She said softly as she left the door open and walked back into the house. The rear strap of the thong was squeezed down into her ass crack. Mike's turned to make sure no one was watching as he moved into the house and closed the door.

He walked down the hall and looked into the den where she has disappeared to. She was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed smiling.

"If you want I'll put on my robe." She giggled. Her eyes locked on the huge bulge in his jeans.

"NO. I mean only if you want to." Mike said blushing. Even though they had seen each other naked at the party they were not alone like they were now.

He started walking to the chair. "Sit by me." She said confidently. Mike did as she said.

"Can I get you something?" She asked in the sexiest voice she could muster up.

"Something?" Mike repeated.

"Sure." She giggled and uncrossed her legs. "Anything you want."

Mike's eyes moved to the dark shadow of her pubic mound at the vee in her panties. "Tara. Are you sure?" He asked. Things were out of control. Yesterday he was a virgin and now the third female today was offering him her body.

"Yes." She whispered. "No one will know but you and me."

"But Brad. Won't he know when you do it?"

"Brad will be so happy he won't even know his name." She smiled. Her fingers moved to the small clasp between her breasts and released it. Mike watched as she pulled it apart to show him her young firm mounds and tiny small uplifting pink nips.

"Why don't we go upstairs?" She asked as she stood and reached out for his hand.

Mike didn't blink an eye as she led him up the stairs and into her room. The bed was messed up from her earlier dealings with Brad.

"I didn't bring any protection." He said watching her push down her thongs and lie back on the bed.

"Don't worry I'm protected." She giggled. She slowly opened the young tan thighs to show him her dark hairy nest surrounding her pink rose.

Mike quickly took off his clothes and moved up next to her. She grabbed his prick and pulled it towards her virgin target. But he stopped her. "This is not a race." He whispered remembering what Betty had told him. "Lie back and let me show you heaven."

Tara closed her eyes and for the next ten minutes felt Mike's fingers and lips on every part of her body. His tongue made her nipples harder than ever before and his hands on her ass was driving her crazy. By the time he lined up his penis to enter her protective gate her body was screaming for him to fuck her.

She moaned out loud from the initial pain and he stopped as the huge tip broke through her hymen. "You OK?" He asked. Tara took a deep breath and said "yes keep going". He did until he was almost all the way in and he could not go anymore.

"Go slow." She moaned. The pain had turned into pressure and finally into pleasure. His fingertip found her small clit and massaged it as he slowly pumped in and out of her.

"Fuck me Mike." She whispered as she curled her legs around his hips to hold on. "My pussy is yours."

Mike kept his cool and composure like Betty had taught him. He was in total control until he remembered who was in those pictures. When he heard Tara's screams of climaxing he joined her and filled her virgin hole with his juices.

About ten minutes later as Tara's naked front hugged up against his back the phone rang. Tara had to reach over him to answer it. It was Meagan.

"Er...Hi Meagan." She said with her face in a panic. Mike's face also was drenched in fear as Tara's nipple crushed against his shoulder.

"No I'm alone." She lied. "Heather left." She tried to move to allow Mike to move out from under her but she dropped the phone and it fell downward smacking onto his forehead. "AH." He groaned. Then the phone crashed down to the floor.

Tara quickly picked it up. "Sorry I dropped the phone." She said. "What? No. I said no one is here." She lied again. "OK. I'll call you tomorrow." Tara hung up the phone. "That was close." She saw him putting on his boxers.

"You don't have to go you know." She said smiling.

Mike looked down at her beautiful body. "What did you have in mind?"

"This." She giggled as she reached out to grab his soft penis. She pulled it until it was lined up with her small soft lips. They opened and engulfed the tip.

"I think I'll stay a little longer." He moaned as her lips moved down his shaft.

***** Meagan had known Tara long enough to detect when she told a lie. Someone was at her house and it wasn't Heather. She called Mike's house again but his mom said he was still out. She called Mark's cell phone.

"Mark. It's Meagan. Have you seen Mike?"

"Yes. Brad and I were with him earlier. We left him at Tara's house. Aren't you and Heather there now?"

Meagan's mind quickly put two and two together. "No. I was not feeling well so I left Heather there. Thanks." She said hanging up.

Tara's house was only a block from hers so she pulled on her sneakers and quickly moved out of her house and down the street. When she saw Tara's house she saw one light on downstairs and a light on in Tara's bedroom. She moved over into the bushes and waited.

Mark thought about the phone call with Meagan and knew from her voice something was up. He broke away from Brad and decided to head to Tara's to see what was going on. He also wanted to see Heather again to see if they could make up. As he approached the house someone called to him from the bushes.

"Mark. Over here." Meagan said as she stood up into the light shining down from the overhead street lamp. Mark quickly walked over to her and ducked down.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked. He noticed she was wearing a long nightshirt.

"I think Mike may be in there with Tara." She whispered.

Mark realized he didn't want his buddy to be caught. "Mike's not in there." He said standing up. About that time the front door opened and Meagan pulled him back down in the bushes. "Shhh." She whispered.

They both peeked through the shrubs to watch Mike move slowly out the door. Before he made it all the way out a hand and arm grabbed him. The door opened and Tara's face, shoulders and naked breasts moved out to allow her lips to find his. "Thanks for making me a woman." She said loud enough for Meagan and Mark to hear.

"You promised not to say anything." He said as he broke from her grasp.

"Of course." She giggled as she closed the door.

Meagan and Mark stayed still until Mike was far enough down the block. "That shit head." She said.

"Meagan you know he really cares about you." Mark said trying to help his buddy.

"Yeah sure. I know what he cares about." She said angrily.

Meagan was so upset she did something without even thinking about it. Her body turned and pushed Mark's down onto his back. She grinned down at him as she unzipped his jeans and reached in to find his semi-soft penis.

"Meagan. What are you doing?" He whispered.

"This." She said smiling. Her fingers gently stroked him until he was almost fully rigid. "And this." She giggled as her mouth slid down over his mushroom tip.

At that point Mark forgot about his buddy. Her tongue was dancing up and down his hard dance floor. "Oh God don't stop." He groaned but she did stop.

"What now?" He asked. She moved her hands up under her nightshirt and pulled down her white bikini panties. She threw them aside and straddled his hips.

"How do you know they did it?" Mark asked as her dampness sucked in the tip of his hard-on.

"Didn't you hear what she said when he left?" Gravity moved her dampness down his prick. Luckily no one was walking by the moving bushes or they would have heard the grunts and moans as the two bodies slapped together. Mark's finger moved up to find her braless breasts under the cotton gown but she pushed them away. "Only fucking." She moaned as she raced to get off.

"Let me know when you are coming." She glared down at him. She saw the veins in his face and neck rise to the surface. "Now." He cried. She quickly moved her body off as his sperm flew up into the air like a fountain. "Meagan." Mark said as she grabbed her panties and walked away.

"If you say a word about this to anyone I'll cut it off." She said not bothering to turn around and look at him.

*****

Brad walked down the lonely street heading to his house and looked at Heather's house which sat two doors down from his. He and Heather had pretty much the same relationship as Mike and Meagan. They grew up together and spent a lot of time playing games in each others houses. He had never really thought about her sexually until the party the other night. When he touched her pussy it was the first for him since Tara had only allowed him to touch her outside of her clothes. He remembered her full delicious breasts. He needed a friend to talk to.

Heather was sitting watching TV in her cotton shorts and tee shirt when the doorbell rang. It was and her parents were in bed. She hurried to the door and saw Brad's face through the small sight glass. She opened the door.

"Hi. I know it's late but I have to talk to you." He pleated.

"Come in but be quiet. My parents are already in bed." She moved aside to let him in.

"I'm so embarrassed." He said. "You think about doing something as far back as you can remember and then when the time comes you can't do it." He whispered.

"I'm sure it happens to other guys as well." She said trying to console him. "Maybe it was stage fright?"

"Stage fright?" He asked.

"Sure. You get so nervous you forget your lines."

"Talking wasn't the problem." He groaned.

"What were you thinking when you were doing it?" She asked trying to help.

"I was thinking I wanted to satisfy her and was afraid I was too inexperienced or maybe too..........." He stopped. "Small." "You are not too small." She laughed softly.

"But Mark and Mike........."

"Sure they are bigger but you are big enough to satisfy a woman."

"Yeah right." He said holding his face in his hands.

Heather felt really bad for her best male friend. At the same time the conversation had stirred up some tingling in her loins. She smiled and whispered in his ear. "I will prove it to you if you want."

Brad's eyes opened wide as he realized what she was offering. "But......." Her fingers on his lips stopped him. "No more talking." She whispered.

She moved down on her back next to him on the sofa and pushed her cotton shorts under her raised ass and slowly down her pink thighs. She was not wearing panties and her flaming red bush appeared. Brad watched as her fingers pulled her shirt up over her full round breasts and hard pink nips. She bunched the shirt around her neck in case she had to get up quickly.

"Your parents?" Brad asked as he looked down at her full nakedness.

"They sleep like rocks." She giggled. Her right leg moved up over the seat cushion until her pink folds peeked out at him. He remembered she was not a virgin.

Brad took a deep breath and released his jeans and unzipped his fly. He pushed his pants and his boxers down over his hips until she reached out to stop him. "Leave them at your knees." He smiled knowing he could pull them up quickly if he had to.

Heather looked at his penis and noticed how hard it was. She moved back and spread her legs wide and watched as he turned his body to lie between them.

Brad reached under his stomach and grabbed his hard-on. As the tip pushed against her damp opening he felt it getting soft. "Shit." He moaned just like last time. But this time Heather pushed his hand aside. "You don't have to satisfy me. I want you to come inside of my pussy." She whispered as she lightly bit his ear. "Give me your cock." She said talking dirty. "Fuck my pussy." Her tongue slithered into his ear as she felt his prick jump in her fingers. Within seconds she was holding a rigid rod and guiding into her warm oven.

Brad's eyes opened wide looking down into her hazel ones. "It feels so...........so..........so..........OHH!" He groaned. "It is Heaven."

"Relax. Think about something else." She giggled. He did feel so good inside of her.

"Like what?" He laughed. His hips began a slow in and out motion.

"Like the time I beat you in Mario Brothers." Her legs moved around his naked hips.

"When did that ever happen?" He asked feeling at ease fucking her.

"Maybe it was Donkey Kong?" She chuckled. He was bringing her body up to a boil. Pretty soon her pot would boil over.

"I'm glad Mark is going away." Heather said. "And, I'm really glad you are staying."

"Me too." Brad said feeling confident as he stroked steadily in and out of her.

"HEATHER. IS SOMEONE DOWN THERE WITH YOU?" Heather's mom's voice rang out from upstairs.

"Shit." Brad said trying to pull out. But, Heather grabbed his ass and held him there. "YES MOTHER. IT'S BRAD!" She screamed back.

"HI BRAD!" Her mother yelled.

"HELLO MRS. JACKSON!" He yelled back not believing his prick was buried in her daughter's pussy.

"GOODNIGHT!" She yelled. They heard her bedroom door closed. "You are fucking nuts you know it." Brad whispered in her ear as his hips resumed their fucking motion.

Her fingers moved up under Brad and grabbed his balls. "Yes and they are your nuts." She bit him hard on his earlobe.

"Ouch. That hurt." He moaned.

"Shut up and fuck me." She giggled and released his jewels. Her hands moved around to hold his prick deep inside of her. Well as deep as he could go anyway.

"I'm almost there." She moaned in his ear. "Let it go."

Brad saw in his mind the gate opened at the race track. His hips moved in blinding speed until his spunk shot into her depths. "Oh man." He laughed feeling his release. "Me too!" She cried with her hand over her mouth to prevent her parents hearing her pleasure cries.

"Quick. Pull up your pants." She said hearing the door upstairs opening again. She managed to pull her shorts up just as her mother walked in.

"It's good to see you two together again." She said smiling. "You spend too much time with that Mark guy."

"We broke up." Heather said while winking at Brad.

"Good. You are too young to get that serious. Brad. Stay as long as you want." She smiled as she moved into the kitchen for a light snack.

"Stay as long as you want." Heather whispered in his ear as her hand reached down to find the bulge in his jeans.

"I will." Brad said smiling. He could feel life again in his shaft. "I certainly will."

*****

"God where were you?" Janet asked seeing the dirt on her sister's legs as she came through the back door.

"Where are mom and dad?" Meagan asked quickly.

"In bed." Janet answered. "Where did you get so dirty?"

"How about in the dirt?" Meagan said smartly as she moved around her to go upstairs.

"Are those your panties in your hand?" Janet asked shocked.

"Yes. What about it." Meagan asked glaring down at her older sister.

"Nothing." Janet answered. Her little sister had definitely grown up.

Meagan thought about calling Mike or Tara but called Heather instead. She dialed her cell phone to prevent waking up her parents. Heather answered it on the third ring.

"Hi." Heather said trying to get her breath. Just as the phone rang she had straddled Brad's lap to fuck him again. Brad managed to reach her purse without pulling out of her. He watched her grabbed her phone and answer it while her body moved up and down on his pole.

"Have you been running?" Meagan asked.

"Kinda." Heather giggled. "What's up?"

"I saw Mike leaving Tara's house tonight and I over heard her say he had made her a woman." Meagan said softly.

"Really." Heather smiled. "You think Mike fucked Tara tonight?" She had said it so Brad could hear it. "I'm really sorry Meg."

Brad's hands grabbed her hips to stop her fucking him when he heard what she had said. He was angry but not that much. He guessed since he was fucking Heather how could he be that mad at Tara. But, how could his buddy fuck his girl like that? "Are you OK?" Heather asked as Brad's lips found her long hard nipple. "You did what?" Heather said stopping her own fucking motion.

"What?" Brad whispered. "What did she do?"

"God Meg. Why did you do that?" Heather listened to Meagan trying to explain why she had fucked Mark. "No I'm not mad. Mark and I broke up and I really don't want to get back with him anymore. I think I have found somebody else." She giggled looking down into Brad's eyes. "I'll tell you tomorrow."

"Sure. I'll see you tomorrow. Get a good night's sleep." She told her friend. "I don't think I'll get much sleep tonight." She giggled as she hung up the phone.

"Damn. Doesn't that beat all?" Heather said resuming her fornicating motions.

"What? Tell me." Brad said panting.

"Meagan thinks Mike fucked Tara tonight so she fucked Mark for revenge."

"Tara fucked Mike and Meagan fucked Mark?" He repeated. "That makes it perfect because I'm fucking you." He chuckled.

"No sweetie. I'm doing the fucking." She laughed as her hips moved up and down, up and down.

It was the next morning when Brad pulled his tired ass out of Heather's door. He barely made it to his room before he collapsed on his floor.

*****

Somehow Mike made it up the next morning and arrived at the shoe store exactly at . He made it inside and was setting up the cash register when the door opened and Meagan's mother Mary stood there.

"Good morning Mrs. Jenkins." Mike said politely.

"Good morning Mike." She said turning around to twist the 'OPEN' sign to 'CLOSE'. "We need to talk."

Shit Mike thought figuring she had found out he had deflowered her daughter. He watched as she walked around him into the back room. She seemed to know her way around pretty well.

He followed her and stopped suddenly when she did.

"I want the pictures." She said firmly.

Mike suddenly realized that she was the woman in the photos he did not recognize. Shit. She was the one that was fucking his father.

"Those were taken a long time ago." She said somewhat embarrassed. "Betty told me you found them. You and I both know why they can't get out."

"I didn't look at all of them." He lied trying to pretend he did not know what she was talking about.

"Good try but I don't buy an 18 year old boy not looking at naked photos." She said not smiling. "It was a one time thing where some young people had too much to drink." She said trying to make an excuse for her actions.

"So just give me the photos and we can forget all about it." She crossed her arms on her chest.

"I won't give you the photos because my father is in them too." He said firmly. "I don't think he wants those photos to get out either."

Mary smiled at him. For someone so young he was smart and had balls. "Can we destroy them right now?" She asked softly uncrossing her arms.

He looked at her. "I know about my mother and your husband too."

Actually Mary did not know that until he said it. She was so shocked she kept quiet for almost a minute while she cleared her head. That night in the dark woods everyone paired off. Her husband had said he had passed out.

"Good. Let's destroy those photos too." She said trying to act cool.

Mike moved his body up to hers until his chest pushed against her breasts. She moved back thinking he was going to molest her but he reached over her head to pull down an old shoe box. He took the box and opened it in front of her face. She reached inside and pulled out the old and faded Polaroid snapshots.

"God. These are horrible." She said while looking at her naked body wrapped around Mike's dads hips. "But I did look pretty good in those days." She smiled. She was now about twenty pounds overweight with most of it in her ass and thighs.

"You still look good." Mike whispered in her ear as he stood behind her. His hand moved to rest on her hip. She did not pull away. Her fingers trembled as she pulled the naked photo of Mike's mom and her husband. She was on all fours while Fred fucked her from behind.

"I didn't know they did it that night." Mary said softly. "I thought it was just us." Mike's closeness was making her dizzy. His body slid back until he was directly behind her. His hardness was pushing against her large ass.

"Look at the others." He whispered as his lips moved across her neck to her ear. He looked over her shoulder as she pulled out a photo of her standing naked. Her full breasts and hard nipples rose proudly above her flat stomach and blonde bush.

"Your breasts are so beautiful." He whispered.

She laughed nervously. "They were."

"They are." Mike whispered as his hands moved over her shoulders and down over her massive breasts. He cupped them in his hands.

"Mike. We can't do this." She said not preventing his hands to caress and explored as they discovered her hard nipples.

"Why not?" He asked as his lips moved up and down her neck like Betty had taught him. "I won't tell Meagan."

Mary moaned as one of his hands moved swiftly over her stomach to press against the vee at the top of her thighs. She took a deep breath and turned until her mouth matched up with his. Her mouth was open as she pressed it against his young lips. Her tongue became the aggressor.

"We can do it but only once and only if you make me a promise." She said as she fumbled down into his pants until she found his hard-on. She quickly released his jeans and pushed them down until his bare prick pointed outward. Her chubby fingers moved around it.

"Oh yes." He moaned "Only once." He forgot about the promise as he watched her pull her dress off and turn her body for him to release her bra. The bra was so big it had a four clasp device. He had only seen the tiny bras the girls were wearing the other night. He pushed and pulled but was only able to release one of the clasps.

She laughed. "Let me help." Her arm moved behind her and with one easy motion released the bra. She pulled the straps over her shoulders and down off her creamy orbs. She turned again to show him her treasures.

"I never thought the day would come that I would be showing my tits to you." She laughed thinking of all the time he had spent at her house from a young child on.

"Me neither." Mike grinned as he fingers moved up to curl around her large boobs.

As Mike caressed her mounds she pushed down her half slip and panties. She moved down on the cot to her back and opened her legs. Mike went brain dead as he pushed his body down on hers and gently shoved his prick into her. Her whole body rose up when he reached the end.

"God. Just like your father." She cried as he slowly and methodically fucked her. Their body's slapped together as one until they were both about to come.

She reached up and grabbed a hand-full of hair on his head. "Promise me." She said looking him eye to eye.

"What? Anything!" He cried wanting to finish.

"Promise me you won't see Meagan anymore." Her pussy was squeezing him deep inside her tunnel.

"What? Why not?" He groaned.

"Promise me!" She said again holding his prick frozen inside of her.

"OK. I promise." Mike cried out wanting to come. "But why?" He asked as her body released his prick for both of them to climax.

"Because.......OH, OH!" She screamed. "IT"S BECAUSE.......I'M COMING!" She yelled. "SHE'S YOUR SISTER!"

Mike tried to stop when he heard what she had said. "OH FUCK!" He yelled as he came. Their bodies slapped until they couldn't move anymore.

"My sister." Mike said raising his head up to look into her eyes.

"Yes. Your father got me pregnant that night." She said closing her eyes. "And, who knows maybe my husband got your mother pregnant as well. Your birthdays are only seven days apart."

Mike fell off her body and onto the floor. Could it be true? "How can you be sure?" He asked as he watched her get dressed.

"A woman knows." She said. "I didn't know you and Meagan were involved until last night. You have to stop seeing her."

"I really like Meagan." Mike said as she took the photos out and tore them into tiny pieces before putting them back into the shoebox.

"Good. You should like your sister." Mary laughed as she picked up her purse. "Just don't fuck her."

Too late, Mike thought as he watched her walk out the door singing some tune. "But I just fucked you. Doesn't that kind of make you my step mother or something?" Mike yelled as the door closed. Mike laughed as he placed the shoebox up on the shelf next to the other shoebox that had a lot of similar photos. Who knows he might need them someday.

Later that morning Mike was ordering some new style shoes when he heard the door open and looked up to see Meagan standing there. "You asshole." She said noticeably pissed off.

Mike stood back behind the small counter. Did she know about Tara or her mother? Fuck.

"What did I do?" He asked innocently.

"You know what you did. I was watching as you left Tara's house last night." "Meagan I can explain." He said not knowing how the hell we would ever do that.

"Before you do I have to tell you something." She said with her face softening up. She gulped and said, "I did it with Mark last night."

"Shit Meagan. Mark doesn't feel about you the way I do." He said realizing how stupid it sounded.

"Oh yeah. You care so much about me you go fuck my best friend?" With that she started crying.

"Oh please don't cry. I can't handle that." He knew the only way to shut her up was to tell her the big secret. "Meagan. I can't see you anymore. I mean I can't have sex with you anymore."

She stopped crying and looked at him and started crying even louder.

"You don't love me?" She said as she slowed down her sobbing.

"God yes. I love you so much it hurts." He said as he moved around the counter to pull her body into his. Her face and wet eyes looked up into his and her mouth crushed against his own. He felt her tongue enter his mouth and pushed her body back.

"We can't do this because I promised your mother." He said.

"My mother. What does she have to do with this?" Meagan said pissed off again.

Mike had painted himself into a corner and the only way to get out was to tell her the truth. "Meagan you are my sister." He said looking her eye to eye.

Meagan looked at him like he was nuts. Then she started laughing. "If you want to go and date Tara go ahead but don't give me your bullshit."

"God. I wish it wasn't true but it is. My father is your father." He said.

"How can that be?" Meagan asked realizing he was serious. "Way back when our parents had a camping party and got smashed. They all ended up sleeping together. Your mother told me it was my father that got her pregnant that night. And to make matters more complicated my mother slept with your father that night too. Our birthdays are almost the same Meagan." He pulled her body back to his.

"I don't believe it." She said.

"I didn't either until I saw the old naked photos. Remember the ones in the shoe box?"

"I didn't recognize anyone in those."

"It took me a while but I did spot my mother and father. I didn't see your mother's photo until today when she pointed herself out to me."

"My mother came here?"

"Yes. This morning to tell me about you being my sister and to get me to tear up the photos."

Meagan moved over to the chair and sat down. "This. I can't believe this is happening to us. I finally get your attention and think we have a thing going and we are brother and sister? It's not fair."

As they sat there the door opened and Brad and Mark walked in. Mark saw Meagan and turned quickly to leave. He was worried Mike had found out about him and Meagan last night. "I'll call you later." Meagan said not even looking at the two boys. She quickly left the store.

"What's up with her?" Brad asked.

"I think we can all stop pretending that we don't know what happened last night." Mike said glaring at Mark.

"Don't give him any shit because I know about you and Tara." Brad injected.

"Hey guys can we all just forgive what has happened?" Mark asked.

The three amigos, who have been friends, since the first grade, all smiled. "It was that damn spin the bottle game." Brad said as the all put their arms around each others shoulders.

"We've always shared things so why not girlfriends?" Brad laughed.

"You're taking this pretty good." Mike said looking suspiciously at Brad. "Too good." Mark also turned to look at a blushing Brad.

"OK. Shit you guys know me too well. I spent most of the night at Heathers." He confessed.

"You fuck." Mark said pushing him hard back against the counter.

"Hey. Brad's right. Let's forget it." Mike said. Suddenly the door opened and Betty stood there smiling.

"I've got to get out of here." Mike said winking at Brad and Mark. "You guys are closing up for me right?"

"Huh?" Brad muttered. "Yes. We are closing for you." Mark said while elbowing his buddy in the side.

"Leaving?" Betty asked surprised as Mike walked past her.

"I have to go. Mark and Brad can help you." He said smiling.

Betty lowered her eyes at first but then smiled.

Mike laughed as he walked down the side alley to get into his car. He wished he could have seen Betty taking on both of them. As he started his car he noticed the store key on the key ring. Shit. He had to go back.

Mike was surprised to find the front of the store empty so fast. He reached inside the door to disengage the buzzer so they would not know he came back. He could hear them talking in the back as he tiptoed to the curtain door that leads to the backroom.

"So what did Mike say about me?" Betty asked as she sat on the cot looking up at the two young studs.

"Nothing." Mark lied. "Yeah nothing." Brad added.

"Bullshit. I know how you boys like to talk. I guess there is only one way to shut you up." She laughed as she reached forward to pull both of them up close to the cot. Her fingers quickly unzipped both of their flies and pulled out their hard-ons."

"I've never had two at one time." She smiled. Her hands curled around their pricks and she stroked them. "Who's first?"

"Me!" Brad replied quickly.

"Good. We'll save the big boy for last." Betty stood and pushed the boy's back as she stripped for them. Their eyes opened wide when they saw her garter-belt and hose and that she was not wearing any panties. "Is it OK with you that I keep this on?" She asked while touching the garter straps.

"Oh yes." Brad said.

She pulled off her bra and moved to her back on the cot. "You know maybe I can do you both?" She guided Brad's face to her lower stomach and pulled Mark's mouth down to her nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned as their inexperienced mouths licked and sucked her body.

Mike watched his buddy's pleasuring the older woman. He wished he could join them but he needed to find Meagan. He left the key to the front door on the counter and headed out to his car.

Mike parked in his own driveway, walked around the back of his house to sneak around behind Meagan's house. He jumped the small fence and walked around the hedges. He stopped when he saw Janet sunbathing on the back patio. She heard him coming and was sitting up drinking a Coke.

"Well, look who's here." She smiled.

"Hi. Is Meg home?"

"No. My mother and she had a big argument and they both took off somewhere. Do you know what they were fussing about?"

"I think so but I promised not to tell anyone." He stared at the tiny bikini holding in her oil covered breasts.

"Why don't you sit for a while? Maybe Meagan will return?" She pulled a nearby chair over next to her lounge chair.

Mike did as she said and sat back trying not to stare at her body. He remembered how smoothly shaven her pussy was at the party. It was causing a rise in his shorts.

"Would you put some lotion on my back?" She asked not waiting for an answer. She turned on her side and released her bikini top. The skimpy material fell from her bare breast. She made no effort to hide her hard nipple.

Mike's fingers tremble as he spread the hot oil over her shoulders and down her slim back. His fingers stopped at the top of her bikini bottom.

"You can take them off if you want." She giggled with her face looking downward.

"What if Meagan comes back?" Mike asked nervously.

"She just left so it will be a while for her to cool down."

Janet lifted her hips upward to allow him to pull off her last article of clothing. She felt his trembling fingers pull the material down over her hips and off her feet. She lay totally naked before him. "Are you going to window shop or go for it?"

Mike poured some more oil in his fingers and slowly spread it across her soft buttocks. He heard her moan softly as he applied more pressure.

"So are you going to tell me what is going on with Meagan?" She asked as she suddenly turned to lie on her back. She giggled when she saw his reaction.

"Err...." He froze. Her body was so nice and smooth especially her pussy mound.

"Can't talk?" She giggled. "You want to put some oil down there?" She said as she slowly opened her thighs. Her pink rose opened its pedals. He looked at her clit shining from the oil making it look like a pearl sitting in and oyster.

At first Mike thought that if Meagan was his sister then Janet was too. But his father was not Janet's so she was not his sister. Good. He thought as his oily fingers moved up her calve, thigh and over her puffy swollen pussy lips.

"You know we have time but if you don't pull those clothes off and get on top of me soon Meagan may come home." She laughed.

"You mean?" He asked as his fingers found her clitoris.

"Yes. I'm yours if you want me." She giggled and opened her legs as wide as she could.

Mike didn't say another word as he quickly stripped. His prick was at max as he moved his body down onto hers. Her hand moved under him to caress his long dong.

"Umm. So big." She whispered in his ear. "Put it inside me." Her fingers moved around to his ass and he did as she asked. "Oh shit." She moaned. "You're filling me up."

Mike pushed in and out as Betty had taught him keeping himself in control. He smiled realizing he had fucked all the women in this family now. He moved his body forward until his shaft rubbed against her clit each time he entered and pulled back.

"Where did you learn that?" She moaned loudly. She was so excited she took a bite out of his shoulder drawing blood.

"Ouch." Mike groaned.

It pissed him off so much he started ramming his rod deeper and deeper into her. Her cries were louder and louder as they raced to completion.

"Don't stop. Don't stop." She yelled as she came. "Now!" Their oily bodies slapped five more times until they both became still.

"Damn. Meagan is a lucky girl." Janet said as she pulled her top and bottom back on.

*****

Meagan sat in her car at the Mall trying to calm down. When she got home earlier her mother cornered her and told her she couldn't see Mike anymore. She steamed and stormed out of the house slamming the door on the way. Just because her mother fucked around years ago she was not allowed to see the guy she loved. She closed her eyes and tried to think of a way to still see Mike.

*****

Mary also had to get out of the house. She wondered if Mike's parents Beth and Jim knew about the photos. She had not paid them a visit for quite a while she thought at she knocked on their front door. Jim answered. "Mary."

"Hi Jim. May I come in?" She asked with a big smile. The old photo had stirred up hot memories.

"Well I guess so." He said looking nervous. "Beth and Mike are not here right now."

"Good. I need to talk to you anyway." She said as she pushed by him to enter the house.

"Can I get you something?" He asked still almost asleep. She had awakened him from his afternoon nap.

"No. You will need to sit down." She said moving over to the sofa. He sat next to her but at least a foot apart.

"What is going on?" He asked.

"Mike found those photos your father took of us at the camping party."

"Shit. He said he tore those up." Jim said upset. "Mike knows?"

She shook her head yes. "I have something else to tell you that I should have said years ago." She said squeezing her fingers together.

Jim looked at her puzzled at what it could be.

"Jim. Meagan is your daughter." Mary blurted out.

Jim sat starring at her. He had thought the same years ago but was afraid to say anything. "I think its best to just drop this."

"You've known it all these years haven't you?" She said sitting up looking into his eyes.

"Mary. It's only going to cause a lot of pain."

"I think it already has. Mike and Meagan have been going out."

"Shit." Jim exclaimed. "Do they know?"

"They both know now. I couldn't let it go any further. Both are really upset."

"What can I do?" He asked.

"I think you need to talk to Mike. I tried talking with Meagan but she ran out of the house."

"You're right." He said. "I'll do it when he gets home."

"Thanks." She said smiling. Being this close to him was making her body come alive. "You know I've never forgotten how good it was that night."

Jim smiled. "Me neither."

Mary shocked him by leaning over and lightly kissing his lips. She held her lips against him to see what reaction she got. It was the one she wanted as his mouth opened to allow her tongue inside.

"How much time do we have?" She panted as she helped him remove his shirt and unbutton his trousers.

"Mike is due home any minute." He said as he pulled her blouse off and released her bra.

"Let's go down to the basement." He said as he pushed his pants and boxers off. His prick was harder that it had been in the past ten years.

"OK." She giggled as she ran down the hallway ahead of him only wearing her basic white panties. They were off her feet by the time she reached the old sofa. Jim moved up behind her and they both fell in a naked heap on the soft cushions. As he entered her warm oven she whispered, "Now don't get me pregnant this time."

"I won't. The tube has been tied." He chuckled as his hips drove his passion in and out of her.

*****

Meagan drove her car down her street and turned into Mike's driveway. She needed to talk to him. She saw his car and smiled. Her knocks on the door were not answered so she moved around the house to look into his bedroom. As she passed the basement window she heard someone laughing. Her knees again got dirty as she leaned over and peered through the dirty glass. She gasped when she saw the naked breasts and face of her mother as she rode whoever was on the sofa. Shit. It had better not be Mike she said as she watched his hands move up to cup and play with her mom's massive breasts. Suddenly his face moved up behind his hands and his lips opened to suck in her huge nipple. Damn. It was her mother and biological father going at it again. She moved back from the window and around to Mike's room. She tapped but he was not at home. She started to leave when she heard someone coming through the bushes.

"Mike." She said surprised.

"Meagan." He said also surprised.

"I was looking for you." She said noticing his shirt was open and his oily chest exposed. "How did you get so oily?" She said as she pulled his shirt open to look at his chest.

"And, where did you get this?" She asked moving her fingers up to a red mark on his shoulder. Mike knew there was only one way out of it and that was to lie. "I fell when I jumped over your fence. The oil was when I was sitting out in the sun after work." He hoped she would buy it.

"You poor thing." She giggled as she placed her lips on the red marks. Her tongue slipped out and moved down to flick across his nipple.

"Meagan. We can't do this." He said pushing and holding her back.

"Why not? Our parents are doing it?" She giggled.

"Doing it? Don't you mean done it?"

"No. I mean doing it." She laughed. She pulled him around the house and down to the small basement window. "See."

Mike moved down and looked. His mouth opened wide when he saw Meagan's mom bouncing up and down on somebody lying on the sofa.

"It's your dad." She said. Mike looked for another minute until he heard his dad talk. It definitely was his father.

"Let's go over to my house." She said as her fingers pressed against his bulge. Mike thought about Janet on the patio. "No." He thought quickly. "Let's go to my room."

"OK." She said excitedly. She followed him as he quietly opened the back door and tiptoed down the hallway to his room. She moved in as he locked the door behind them.

"We have to be quiet." He whispered.

"Like them?" Meagan laughed hearing the moaning and grunting through the floorboards.

"True." Mike laughed.

"Mike. I love you and don't want to lose you." She said as her lips moved up to his.

"But....the sister and brother thing?" He said as he broke his lips away.

"There is no proof we are sister and brother and I don't think my mother and your father are going to tell anyone."

"They might." Mike said.

Meagan smiled and walked to the door. "I don't think so. Coming?" She asked as she walked out the door.

"Meagan where are you going?" Mike asked in a panic. He followed her out to the basement door and down the stairs. They stood at the bottom of the stairs watching Mike's father fucking Meagan's mother doggy style. They were both facing away.

"Ah hem!" Meagan sounded trying to get their attention. Mary heard her but Jim didn't. Mary turned her head and saw the two teenagers watching.

"JIM STOP!" She cried as she reached behind her to grab his white ass. "We have company."

Jim turned and saw a smiling Meagan and Mike looking at them.

"I can explain." Jim said quickly.

"Go ahead. I would love to hear it." Mike laughed.

"Mike and I have decided to keep going out." Meagan said sharply. "I'm sure you two have no problems with that right?"

"Well yes we do." Jim said with his hard-on still buried deep into Mary's dampness.

"No we don't." Mary said looking over her shoulder at the stupid man.

"We don't?" Jim asked.

"No." Mary said firmly. Jim finally realized that the kids could easily make it known the two of them were fucking.

"No. We don't have a problem with you two going out." He smiled. "Now would you mind going out?" He said winking at them.

"Sure. We are leaving. We will be upstairs in Mike's room." Meagan giggled. "Now don't you two do something we wouldn't do."

"They won't." Mike laughed as he pinched Meagan's cute little ass as she ran up the steps ahead of him.

"You know there is no proof we are sister and brother." She said as she pulled down her panties and moved over to the bed.

"What's that?" Mike asked seeing a small mark on her ass just above her crack.

"Just a birthmark." She giggled as she turned her body to look at it. "Damn." Mike said as he turned and pushed down his boxers. Meagan's heart sank when she saw the same identical birthmark over Mike's ass.

"You think?" Meagan asked Mike as he moved down between her thighs.

"No just a coincidence." He said as his prick sank deeply into her hot cave.

Relighting old fire

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I want to see your beautiful face
I want to touch your soft hair
I want to stroke your smooth skin
I want to taste your lips
I want to hold you in my arms
I want to make love to you, like it's supposed to be
I love you

That was the last email she got from him. She couldn't get him out of her head. They had been great together once upon a time. They spent every minute together that they could. He would never let go of her when they were together. He loved showing everyone that she was his. Over 3 years had past since thier high school romance. She had the last CD he had given her softly playing in the background while she tried to read one of those sappy romance novels. Her mind kept drifting to memories.


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y by footsteps on the crumbling deck out front. A knock on the door had her trying to see through the glare into the dark night. She opened the door slowly, unable to see out, and smiled unconciously when she saw that it was him.


"Hey Love, how's it going."


"Hey," She said, still grinning inside, "just about to put Lily to bed."


She carried her child into the bedroom as he followed. Even though it wasn't his daughter, he still liked Lily, except for the whole diaper changing thing.


They walked back into the living room. He followed her so he could look at her. She really was beautiful. He took a seat next to her on the couch and wrapped his arm around her neck as they talked idly. Her head rested on his shoulder, she loved his touch, she felt comfortable next to him. They talked for a while, and a silence fell upon them.


"You know what you said?" She asked.


"What's that babe?"


She paused, last minute arguments in her head. Maybe it would be different then the other guys. She knew he loved her, maybe it really could mean something.


"When you said you wanted to make love to me, like it's supposed to be." She said shyly, looking at his face.


He smiled and kissed her softly on the cheek. He loved his lips touching any part of her body. They turned to face each other, his hand softly stroked the kissed cheek. He leaned in to her and let his lips touch hers, let his tongue find hers, they kissed slowly, passionatly.


She broke the kiss to stand up, she stripped herself of her sweatshirt, leaving her in only a t-shirt and sweat pants. So beautiful. She tossed the sweatshirt on his head and giggled. She hadnt done that in a while, she hadn't dont any of this in a while. It felt good. She walked into her bedroom so happy she had to be careful not to skip.


He smiled and watched her go, it's hard to keep your eyes off of something that attractive. He followed her into the room, stumbling on some clothes in the dark. She was laying on her back in the bed. He slid on top of her, slowly letting his weight rest on her body. He kissed her neck and it sent chills all the way down her body. He slid his hand up her shirt, and brought his fingers down the middle of her chest, letting his nails slide along her skin over her stomach. Her skin tingled and goose bumps covered her side. Her nipples pushed up on the shirt covering them, allowing him to find them with is mouth. The cloth of her shirt amplfied the touch of his tongue on her nipple, her hips arched a bit. He moved slowly, deliberatly, letting her enjoy every sensation.


He lifted her shirt to her neck, removing the barrier between his tongue and her skin. Her breasts are beauitful, like the rest of her. The feel of his tongue was amazing. She reached behind his head and pulled him to her. They kissed again. They kissed like she hadnt been kissed in years. She loved the taste of him, the feel of his body on hers. He was right. This is what it was supposed to be.


He kissed her cheek, her neck, he lifted her shirt off of her and kissed her collar bone, sucked on it gently for a moment. His fingers ran down her side, followed by his kisses. More tingles than she'd felt in a long time. Wave after wave passed through her. He kissed her hip, sucked on it gently. Slid her pants down only an inch, kissing her every few seconds along her waist, her hips move up again, pressing against his mouth.


"Make love to me," She wispers.


He kissed back up her beautiful body and let his tongue play in her mouth for a moment. She pulled his shirt off and touched his chest. Why did this feel so right after all this time?


He laid himself back down on her, pressing his naked chest against hers, feeling her skin against his. He couldnt resist her lips, he had to keep his in touch with hers, he loved it, couldnt get enough of her taste.


He took a breast in his hand and full on open mouth kissed her nipple. His other hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her through her sweatpants. She couldnt take it, she reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, pulling the zipper down as fast as she could manage. She reached into his shorts, into his boxers and pulled him out. Wow, he wasn't just bragging, he really was bigger than she remembered. She stroked him as his touch to her crotch made her wetter and wetter.


She pushed his hand off her crotch, lifted her hips, and revealed herself. So beautiful. She pushed her sweatpants to her ankles and kicked them off, as he lay himself back onto her, his dick found itself resting between her lips. He kissed her hard and she grabed his dick and placed it where it needed to go. He pressed it into her body slowly, she could feel it coming into her inch by inch. Once it was pressed entirely into her, she couldnt help but kiss him, it really did feel amazing.


She allowed the pleasure of him inside her to take over her, he slowly made love to her. He kissed her neck, licked up to behind her ear, kissed her shoulder, her collar, her breasts. Everywhere he kissed her gave her chills, brought her closer.


He slid his hand down her side, between her legs. Still slowly sliding himself into her, he gently pressed his fingers to her clit and began to rub it, small, gental circles. His hand would speed up and slow down in response to her breathing. She was lost, her body felt only pleasure. Every bit of her being was wrapped up in the upcoming orgasm. She felt it wash over her. She could feel him inside her, her muscles clamping on him tightly as she came.


He kept himself inside her as he let her relax, pulling out only when her orgasm was done.


"Wow," She looked at him, unable to beleive it could feel like that.


He smiled, he'd been waiting a long time to make her feel like that. He loved her.